Snow Flakes

Snowflakes are falling down. One by one they cover everything around. They fall on my hands, my face; they fall on cars, on the road, on trees.  They remind me of something beautiful. They remind me of the perfection that nature is able to give birth to.  Looking at a snowflake I wonder how is it possible that a little drop of water can turn into a perfect  figure like that?

Well, yes, snowflakes exist in order to purify us. They are so white and perfect.  They cover all the dirt, the lies, the anger. They try to wash away all the pain and the worries, the tears and sadness.  They try to give us hope that tomorrow will be a better day.  That the following day will bring happiness and fulfillment that the world will change.

The world doesn't change.

What have we done wrongly snowflake? Why can't all this suffering, dirtiness, unhappiness and hardship be washed away? be covered in white fluffiness and purity? Why can't it be left back and forgotten?

WHY?