Never In Spring ✓

ninth: glaciers

When you'd rage, it was like ice snapping across glaciers.

Here and there, cracks would emerge until gusting, roaring

You'd sweep your freezing coldness under your wings, to scream with rending fury.

But when you were happy, when your soul burst with joy?

Not even sitting in the clouds, hanging up by the sky

Could reflect such profound beauty,

Your smile lit up the sun every single morning.