whirling, twirling, dancing along
perfect symmetry, unequalled beauty
unique in all the world
Born in a cloud
some will say, with certainty
Those who don't believe
in the magic of creation
Maybe she's a love child
born to a fairy princess
and an ice king
ill-fated lovers kept apart
Separated by Winter's chill
seeking a way to come together
allowed only a few moments
before they steal back to their homes
Could such a perfect creation
be born from something
other than the purest of loves
and the warmest of hearts
Or did it really
simply come about
as water freezing in a cloud
and simply striking chords of whimsy?
