My daughter is a creative person of deep feeling. Many years ago--I believe she was 9 or 10 years old at the time--she wrote the following story.
A Little Snowflake
by Jenny Gennick
Once there was a little snowflake who was falling rapidly outside the window of a girl named Angela. Angela kept it as a pet. She set it in the box attached to her window. It was screened in to keep other snowflakes out, but she poked holes big enough for it to be cold.
She fed it sticks and she cared for it all winter. But on the first day of spring it was nothing but a little bit of water and sticks. She had a funeral for it the next day.