A snow flake
At the bottom lies,
Be reason I wonder
About the others
Who first arrived,
And now held under
Manage to survive,
While on the surface
Layer upon layer
More materialize,
Thus no surprise
As scale expands
Find to hold hands,
Supporting each other
To bear the strain
They’ve need to shoulder,
When snow turns to rain…
Hence be brothers
Reach for druthers,
To save what’s left
Spared of corrupt,
If not in vain
From mans foul mess,
When snow flakes turn to rain!
Poetry on a canapé 
What a wonderful statement. Simple and powerful.
Thank you Paulette. Always a pleasure to receive well chosen words of appreciation, especially form you my good friend. Jean-Jacques
Very well written and with the right amount of impact. Enjoyed the read!
The metaphors to be found in nature’s abundent product of my native northern country are many, and rather appropriate to make a poetic point on man’s cavalier attitude, especially of the political puppet and financial power variety, about our deteriorating environment. Thank you Francina, for your encouraging words!
Jean-Jacques
Those llttle sowflakes are charming and heart melting.
I agree, the while it is alive, and up to the point mankind gets its hands on or near them. Nature then no longer has a chance to allow snow flakes, or most other eliminates of its beauty to survive its intended natural course unsoiled from birth to demise! Thank you Diane for opening that door. Jean-Jacques