Today the city woke up with the most beautiful spectacle it has to offer.The mountains who are normally kept behind mists, standing as dark, nameless walls, had been given a new outfit during the night. It´s so incredibly beautiful it inspired me to write something about it here.
A royal court dressed up for a party,
this high society shines in white.
From head to toe,
with every facet of it´s folded hide,
disguised in powder,
in brilliance defying the skies.
Rulers of this place we never were,
silently they´ve made clear,
nothing more than a Christmas tree´s fir,
we are the subjects of whom they,
probably were never aware.
Celebrating it´s closest friends,
the sky has blessed the court,
the mountains rise and the sky descends,
leaving us down here,
feeling so short.
As admirers of this godly ball
it is only with our glance,
we follow every rise and fall,
... But wait, can you see?
The wind has asked the King to dance.
1 comment:
I didn´t know you were also a poet,my dear son far away, thank you for the beautiful lines!
Britta
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