The Sandflake

A snowflake there once was,
Travelling far from the known.
Many told stories of snowflakes,
That never came home.

Even at Burrugin time,
Snowflakes could meet their end.
After years of travelling, and months of struggling,
The snowflake saw sand.

It was warm and yellow,
Flowing and soft.
But the snowflake felt something,
It felt rather off.

It realised that it was melting,
But there was hope.
It blew to the clear water,
Not sure if it could cope.

But then came luck,
Because of what happened next
The melted snowflake could now travel anywhere,
Sky, land, sea, but without any cheques!