Formed in the frozen stratosphere,
Spinning and tumbling as it drew near.
Ice covered pollen from a summer born flower
Crystals forming in the midnight hour.
White as the wing of a holy angel,
Soft as the hay in the little stable.
Unique as the birth of the baby king,
Who lies in the manger as the angels sing.
The perfect snow flake, falling light
As the church bells ring on Christmas night.
By Skye Telling (Year 4)