O delicate jewel of the sky,

Crafted by the Hand unseen, so high,

You fall, a soft, pure messenger,

A sign of mercy that we confer.

In your fleeting form, you softly weave

A thousand secrets we long to believe.

Each crystal, each facet, uniquely spun,

A reflection of the Divine, the One.

In the language of Risale’s light,

You whisper truths in the silent night.

For every flake that gently falls,

Speaks of God’s mercy, His loving calls.

O snowflake, you remind the heart,

That the Creator’s hand gives us each part.

In your fragile beauty we see

The infinite wisdom of unity.

How gentle, how pure is your descent,

As if each fall is a prayer sent—

An offering of peace and grace,

A celestial gift, an embrace.

The earth below, you gently kiss,

A sign of the Creator’s bliss.

For in your short-lived, graceful flight,

We see the eternal, the sacred light.

O snowflake, in your fleeting form,

You mirror the universe, reborn.

With each delicate shimmer, you say,

That all is governed by His Way.

In every crystal, a world reflected,

In every fall, His wisdom detected.

You are but one, yet in you we find,

The unity of the heart and mind.

So teach us, O snowflake, to see

The signs of God in all that be.

In your brief existence, pure and bright,

We witness the Divine’s eternal light.

With every flake that kisses the earth,

We are reminded of our worth.

As transient as you may appear,

In your quiet fall, we draw near.

You are the symbol of mercy and grace,

A reminder of the Divine’s embrace.

O snowflake, though you melt away,

You lead us to the Light of day.

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