Just a little poem

[Arbellason Marucha]

Starlight on the snowy meadows,

cold, silent, foreboding,

a million stars twinkle to their kin above,

a sea of gems, a sea of silence,

flashes without a trace of spring,

beautiful, terrifying,

yet all things must end,

the snows will yield to the spring,

life renewed will surpass even the beauty of the sea of white,

and the million stars will be no more,

to return again when life must sleep,

but of all these things,

the sea of blue calls out to me,

from the rivers and lakes,

it calls, it waits. 

[Tara]

Mmmmm heaven on earth

[Coffee Bird]

the blue calls to me too