Manharmonics

I reach and catch a snowflake in my hand.

I watch it melt and try to understand,

the mind at work behind this change of form.

How can it know to melt when it gets warm?

 

If only like the snowflake I was apt,

to gauge the way the wind blows and adapt.

I realise too late and have to strain,

but once I’ve done it things change back again.

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