Rays of brilliance shine over the horizon
Beautiful and unstoppable in the way that only the sun can be
Nothing could be more inevitable

Yet their remains a cold sting
Night has refused to give up its hold
What would have been dew has become an icy frost

Jagged and harsh are the crystals
Each threaten like shards of glass
But like an onrushing train, the sun continues to rise

The rays begin to glance the shards
For a moment the prisms resist, scattering the light
But inevitability is equally harsh and ever more stubborn

As the sun rises, the frost has no choice
It has to melt, nothing else could ever have happened
And ever so slowly, but predictably, the crystals melt and drip to the ground

Warmth beats down and the ground drinks it up, along with the liquefied crystals
It longs to be warm, to shed its icy shell
All the while, inevitability pushes on