It is interesting to me, how snowflakes look
When it enters the mind, like reading a book
The lines are a mystery, sometimes straight or oblique
For when it comes to observance, all seem unique
Oh yes, simple snowflake with intricate design
Thine art is uncertain, and thy thoughts do incline
So for why is thou hidden, when grouped with each other
What determines thy presence, from one with another
Unity makes them whole, that is the key
We work by the weather, that's what we see
Millions of flakes, it takes- to make the ground white
Sticking one by one, snowing day through night
The Snowflake, how indifferent thou are to shape
For brothers ye be, bounded closer than tape
How interesting nature is, with some stories untold
Where symmetry is pointless, yet true beauty is cold
-Admin, The Poet Code