delicate , lovely, the tiny crystal floats down
to sink with ten million others onto the blanketed ground
trodden roughly under the toddler’s boot,
it rests, restructured, laden with soot
now sun’s beauty rises to hail the day and gleams
on the altered crystal, bleeding into the rushing streams
warm currents, in loving embrace,
carry each droplet upward in Spring’s bright race
and downward the once-crystal courses again
to nourish the soil for the farmer, and then…
I see in the death and life of this beauty once forlorn,
my dreams: offered, refashioned, and reborn.
