Death of a Capsule

On her snowy hand, took it she,

Saw it for a few seconds silently,

And being shy utterly,

Helped it on its journey.

 

She could feel the flow, watery,

Forcing it to step inside,

But it turned into a Shelley,

Trying to find a way outside. 

 

What is more reasonable? Its fight to live,

Or her struggle to make it help her survive!