May the delicate seasonal beauty take flight,
Penetrate window, door, and, with sleight
Of hand, carve intricate chimney patterns so rare
That they awaken, astonish, their simplicity Bare 
Truth in Natural cape, a Truth no dictator dare lame,
Cast, defeated, underground enchained,
Nay through the untold hours of dearth,
A piece of peace places thrones on Earth,
And scattered thus, vision germinates
While curious hare, white peacock circulate.
 

MG