She wears diamonds on her fingers,
At her throat, a diamond lavaliere,
A diamond broach adorns her coat,
And tiny diamonds pierce her ears.
But all her diamonds, set in gold,
Cannot rival nature's treasures,
For a host of diamonds in the snow
Is too magnificent to measure.
On a meadow in the country
Lies a bed of fallen snow,
Sparkling in the morning light,
Its crystals all aglow.
A scene of silent beauty,
Of radiance and splendor,
Untouched, unmarked by foot or hand,
Pristine, newborn, and tender.
Spread further than the eye can see,
No way to count so many gems,
God's greatest jewel collection,
Just for a moment, shared with men.
Barbed wire's useless to protect them,
Though only fools would steal those stones,
Ambitious men may covet them,
But they cannot take them home.
Yet soon the jewels will vanish,
Nature will spirit them away,
For God's lovely Winter's diamonds
Are man's for just a day.
Virginia (Ginny) Ellis
Copyright February 2006