There in the clarity of the depth of winter cold
The mist and the frost rises from your breath
Clouds surround, as a cloak of white announces
Now appears your presence, as a sacred shroud
A divine moment, nature's purity is easy to perceive
You believe, realize that perfect is neither warm nor easy
So clear, pristine, unsullied making you think of Heaven
Realizing that you've no way to perceive of such a thing
The imagination of the creator must be wonderfully huge
In enormous depth, all thoughts new for such a dream
Creativity and originality are imagination in themselves
Far beyond small, limited, flesh bound human minds
But our creator gave us our context, memory, and ability
To perceive life go fleeting by, while we are passing time
“It is the time you have wasted for your rose that makes your rose so important.”
Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
The mist and the frost rises from your breath
Clouds surround, as a cloak of white announces
Now appears your presence, as a sacred shroud
A divine moment, nature's purity is easy to perceive
You believe, realize that perfect is neither warm nor easy
So clear, pristine, unsullied making you think of Heaven
Realizing that you've no way to perceive of such a thing
The imagination of the creator must be wonderfully huge
In enormous depth, all thoughts new for such a dream
Creativity and originality are imagination in themselves
Far beyond small, limited, flesh bound human minds
But our creator gave us our context, memory, and ability
To perceive life go fleeting by, while we are passing time
“It is the time you have wasted for your rose that makes your rose so important.”
Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
