It drifts softly and eloquently
Through a flightless air.
So small and so charming this new creation;
And so pure and blameless it is to us anew.
It tickles the cheeks of child great and small;
A hand raises to capture it only to find nothing;
To great effort many have tried to create such
Perfection: Only to find that it is:
Not possible.
Until one finds one in the wild
So pure, so white!
They will fail to find one captivating;
None the same...
