Tiny snowflakes dropping down,
Making nought one sound,
A dewdrop lay across the cooling grass,
And the snowflake it would not let pass.
So the snowflake left, it's glee had gone,
But continued to sing his silent song.
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Yes, this is a short poem, but I was hoping to do something delicate and fragile in this poem; something different. This is also an observation I find quite calming - ever notice how when you go outside at night in the winter and everything is silent? This poem is my explanation for it. ^_^