The ball of snow,
Rolled down the sky
It melted to the
warmth,
To keep her alive
Hidden in the spring
Yet she was naïve
Young she was, she was rapid
She fell so often off the
cliffs
She saw within
In the muddy stream
The world saw deep
within
In water that was clean
And how did she know
At the same time
To reflect the world
The heat of season
Took away a bit
But one never stopped
Giving back what it
took
She froze for a while
To the cold waves
But the days passed by
She took her hold
Once upon a time
Artist came on the
shore
He bent down to see
What is deep inside of
her
He saw himself there
A bit more clear
