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Fire and Ice Above the frozen earth, their journey hence began. Tiny drops of moisture; fall to a darkened land. Winds blow them higher; once, twice, and thrice. A chill overcomes them, they transform to crystal ice. They change; a new pattern begins to form. With stems, branches and fronds, frosty white is the norm. Abundance of varied shapes, cover earth with a blanket soft. Except in one location, where smoke greets them from aloft. Carolers near a campfire, singing praises on high. Their voices reach to heaven, through snowfall from the sky. Heat of campfires rising, meld with winter’s cold, Catching flakes as they drop, not to release it s hold. Fire and Ice do not mix; an exchange goes unopposed. Flames alter beautiful flakes, and as steam they arose. This precious mist returns, to the place where it began. To gather once more like tear drops, to be released again and again. YarnSpinner
Nature does not need instructions as to how or why recycling is beneficial to earth. It’s man with his uncertain wisdom, who needs to be made aware. Fire and Ice High above the frozen earth Their journey hence began. Tiny droplets of moisture; Tumble toward a darkened land. A chill overcomes them, Changing rain to crystal ice. Winds carry them higher Once, two times, even thrice. As crystals they gather, New shapes begin to form. With stems, branches and fronds Frosty white is now the norm. Flakes of varied shapes Cover earth with a blanket soft. Except in one location... Heat greets them from aloft. Christmas carolers by a campfire, Sing songs of praise on high. Voices reach to the heavens, Through fragments from the sky. Heat from flames arising… Meld with winter’s cold, Catches tiny bits and pieces… Not wanting to release its hold. Fire and ice do not mix; An exchange goes unopposed. Flame-alters frozen cells, Now as steam, they arose. Earth’s environment is efficient, With elements at beck and call. Using its marvel of recycling; A lesson to be learned by all. These precious wisps return, To heights where they began. Gathering once more as tear drops, To be released again and again. Yarnspinner copyright 2015