Snowy, grey skied, aural tableaux The white corpuscles drift down from heaven Each an intricate crystal of water, Each crystal’s destiny blowing in the wind, Each drifting ever closer to rest with time. Some rest upon the branch of an evergreen tree, Which reaches to offer support. Some going farther into the ambient abyss of air, Which eventually brings them to the ground. With due gravity, each reaches the ground, Exemplifying the shift from heaven to Earth, Through that chaotically, ordered atmosphere, Which is the medium of reality.