Fairy Dust
On this 19th day of March
I woke to find a morning sun,
On each and every branch and twig
Like glass - a sparkling coat of ice
A crystal kingdom bending light
A prism of hues and delicate
Like fairies crept on tippy-toe
A night-time trip to share with us
The vision from their fairy dust
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