to be
the rain falling
steady on the plain—
same gray color
as the background,
each blade indistinguishable,
as they're all
shaped the same—
we decided to make our
selves more complex
and elaborate;
so we got our
core temperatures
quite a bit colder,
whipped our loose
molecules into
scrupulous crystals,
and built brilliant white
latticeworks
around humble specks of dirt.
Now, as we fall
through the air,
it is clear:
that none of us
is exactly the same
as any other—
just like
every other
snowflake that's out here.
