I wanted to share a snowflake with you,
but you see, they melt so fast.
Like the best of all life's moments
we must leave them in the past.

For the Spring must always come again
lest the flowers never grow
And a heart can't stand the cold forever;
even if it loves the snow.

Too oft' I've mourned a season gone
and failed to see the new.
I'd learn to love the present season
when it had slipped by too.

So what, with this new lesson learned:
'Be content with what is passed,
and know that each new moment lived
is better than the last.'

So I'll cherish every triumph,
and learn from every fall.
For a snowflake held by human hands,
is just a tear, after all.