Faint light shines through ice hanging from the trees. Like diamonds it sparkles and twinkles. Streaks of silver show through and glisten in the misty air. Like precious treasure that brings subtle beauty if only for a little while. The world sleeps as fires burn bright inside. The ice must come to cleanse the world of the old and renew the life for spring to come and give rebirth. Thus the ice is a treasure indeed.
Expectations are important Too high and you'll be Rather disappointed Too low is just sad Somewhere in the middle Like many things in life Is where your expectations Should rest Although what qualifies As the middle isn't Always the same So To each their own I guess.