Snowflakes are like people.

  Everyone different, unique.

They go down their path, ever-changing by the other snowflakes and wind pushing them onto their path.

Flutter up and down and dance in the sky.

  Beautiful, one of a kind. Living.

Then they slowly rest on the ground. Death.

They join with the other snowflakes, no longer unique, but packed together with all the others before them.

Forgotten.

Then, as the memory of the dead fade, the snow melts. Like they were never there, and the snow keeps falling.

It's everyones dream to not be lost in the crowd, to not be forgotton.

But in the end, they melt.

  And when they're alive,

    what can they do,

      but flutter?