light scatters quick upon yesterday’s fallen snow
for sun arising rains behind a blustering storm
its rays drown icicles collapsing them to thaw
such is the destiny of even the coldest of souls
for they are no match for the light that flows
from nature’s love who links every single heart
by rivers of warmth and life running through her,
abundance drowning what refuses to channel her
The Mysteries of Plato 