One oak tree carries a single leaf, the last leaf among the entire orchard remaining on its branch. Frail from the bursting winds but strong from clinging so firmly to its limb, the golden-brown leaf finally plummets to the ground. As it does, the tree calmly exhales and descends into a deep slumber, joining all of the other trees. This is a moment you only notice if you’re truly looking, the moment between seasons.
Where that leaf dangled only minutes before, something else interchanges it. It’s a small, hexagonal crystal formation, one with more detail than the work of the finest sculptors, being absolutely breathtaking from every perspective, carved and crafted by the Creator of all. Its snow-white appearance is translucent, allowing the light to pass through and reflect on it, giving its edges an array of beautiful colors, from to navy to magenta. Perfectly unique and separate from every other configuration in existence, it’s the very first snowflake of winter.
Every leaf tinted auburn
Must take its leave after autumn.
Every snowflake that shivers
Must take its place during winter.