That fell in the night;
What are they hiding?
What's missing from sight?
Maybe the danger,
Maybe the light.
Who knows what's hidden
'Neath the layer of white
On the surface lies beauty
So plain to be seen,
But when its the surface
What does it mean?
Perhaps there's a beauty
That isn't so clean.
With a plop, it has landed,
This missile of white.
And bursting from ground,
A weed rises to sight.
And this, I soon realize
Is somehow more right.
For the truth can't be hidden
'Neath a layer of white.
The truth runs much deeper
Than things that we see
And this, too, has a glow
That's attractive to me.
For the dirt of our life
Is growth, yet to be.
So naked and frozen,
The flowers of night
Are resting in winter
To save up their might
To burst forth in spring time
And spread new delight
So, instead of just seeming,
Things will truly be bright.
written by the lufmiester, 2003
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