The snow is spread on our ground
Glaring like crystalline space!
Is it eternal beauty been found?
Is it a scent of Heaven's grace?
The sun appears lightly glaring
It's like a giant brilliant sphere!
Will the sun continue staring
At tiny objects gathered here?
Will the sun be ever tired
Of all those needing its heat?
Deep in sad routine we - mired -
Neglect the beauty that we meet...
09:30 14.03.2017