The Snow Palette
Crystal white I see it drop slowly
With out effort it floats on its own
If you could halt its moments only
Lapsed in time its uniqueness shown
But why rob it of its time so slowly?
Precious seconds before its moment
Taking its place with others wholly
Because it’s part of a bigger component
A pictures tapestry begins to form
Its palette ready for the artist’s touch
What perfection today shall we perform?
An only depiction of the heavenly such
It’s agreed then as the artist begins to work
Creation’s sacrifice temporary cold it feels
But its labored result is a unique artwork
Seen now the artist’s angelic image reveals
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