To Be Free

I look out and see the snow falling.

I wish I could join it.

Since I can not, I might as well look.

Look, but not touch

 

It looks happy and free.

Free from the clouds,

holding it back

Free to fly and land wherever it wants.

Its path is unknown,

but it’s destiny is chosen.

Soon it will stop

and make a blanket for the ground.

Soon I will join it.

Soon, but not yet.