Carved in ethereal realms
Unique as a human soul
Tumbling through empty skies
Beauty hidden from our eyes
Resting on frozen slopes where no one walks
Deep as a pirate's jeweled treasures
Sharp as diamonds, glistening with promise
Will we pass them by?
Will any eye stop to wonder
at these hand-carved theophanies?
Will the warmth of a human heart stop to see
take and treasure, imbibe their beauty?
For these little ones are ours to treasure
to take and see in their individuality
wondering which is me
Sharp as diamonds
glistening with promise.
Nature is full of genius, full of the divinity;
so that not a snowflake escapes its fashioning hand.
- Henry David Thoreau
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