come one come all, come to the ball, it is open to all..
the winds whispered and sang through the trees,
hoping to catch someone, anyone’s ear,
but, the lazy river and the foliage basking in the sun
paid no heed, there was no rush, fall wouldn’t arrive for another couple of months.
Too soon, they awoke to found that the ground was covered in snow, and the cool wind that blew, was in no mood for a ball,
It had come in with the fall, ready to blow the leaves down, and was ready to whip itself up into all it could be, to ensure a clear path
for what was to be. High above from her vantage point above the snow queen polished her wand, making sure her stars were sharp and ready to dispense of all of her glittering diamonds of flakes. With a sweep of her wand, the land below would be covered in snow…
Then, what a glorious landscape it would be. she would call back the wind and open the days to the majesty of the winter sun… Only then would her handiwork be shown at its best. Her diamond flakes would sparkle and amaze, she loved this time of year…
Once more the call would go out, come one, come all, it is time for the ball.
Seasons come and go, we need to flow with the changes. In this way, we will always rejoice at what there is before us. Always be in the NOW.