A Gem In The Meadow Poem by Sarah Persson

The cold air was biting looking out on the meadow,
Now with the contrast, no flowers like in Summer,
The little heads danced with the pure joy of life,
Now all I can see is what's left to discover.

As the wintery snowflakes fall gently and rest,
I search for the long blades of grass that once were,
A Robin rests lightly on the old wooden fence,
And the scene, once again springs to life as before.

With the branches of trees standing tall in the snow,
A hazing of sunlight throws beams to and fro,
The sparkles like diamonds leap out from the ground,
And once again beauty being sought, has been found.