Prisms
I wake in the morning and to my delight
Precious white crystals reward my sight
During the night while the world lay asleep
Mother Nature spread a blanket so deep
Sleeping beneath and covered with snow
Are the flowers for the next springtime show
Winter has entered and taken a hold
Changing the landscape making it bold
Reign little droplets of frozen delight
And turn this world into a wondrous sight
All too soon you will depart
Melted will be your prisms' art
poem by Ingeborg von Finsterwalde
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