Good Life


The freezing rain came down with glee

And coated thick each twig and limb —

Yes, every inch of every tree

That stood along our pathway dim.

On closer look there we could see

Droplets that formed on every tip.

And then, the sun came out ah, me!

Words of amazement touched our lips!

The sunbeams in the prisms gleamed

And danced and bounced with fancy show;

And there before our eyes it seemed

A billion little lights did glow!

The artisans at Waterford

Could not make such as these —

These delicate and glimmering

And lovely crystal trees.