Snowflake

A sparkle
fell from the
sky, sun-kissed,
lightly falling on
a peak--enveloped
   in a sheer layer of
snowy dots. Miniature.
indistinguishable--for how
 can a snowflake be seen in
a hilltop of snow? By rolling
into motion, like how ideas can
  escape obscurity by aspiring to
become realities. So the snowflake
charts a course down the mountain,
gathering shimmering slivers and dots
of honeydew-hued snow. Ideas are seen
around us, in little ways, without us even
noticing their silent presence.   The snowy
sphere enlarges, a powerful entity, defeating
all in its path; obstacles fail to hinder the growth
of the idea.   It reaches the bottom--a gargantuan,
 glistening orb of snowy wonder,   which emerged
   from an imperceptible speck of crystallised water.
The idea, once a speck in a vague tangle of memories,
establishes itself in the world, destined to be prime, great,
  a rugged, turbulent journey upward having sealed its fate.