Flake.

We could be snowflakes,floating in the blizzard bliss of life,
caught up in the a storm,and glad to kiss the ground,
and melt into the warmth of possession and belonging.
Each unique,and pure and pristine,we'd fall to grace-
Prospects to shiny,happy people behind stained glass  windows.
The golden glow of warmth would be worth missing for us-
For the happiness encased in wrapping paper layers would be what our arrival announced.
And life would be too short,too beautiful,too raw-the essence of all  existence,
Good cheer and love the very purpose.