Words of a Poet

Shunned Crystals

Shunned Crystals

Tiny buttercups in the colorful autumn gardens let their petals droop

The glistening dewdrops like tiny jewels turn to shining pearls

First caress of gossamer mist descending like a battalion's troop

The world feels like a tiny snow globe while the frosty snow twirls

But still shunned out the homes, misunderstood, forgotten by all-

The first frozen tears that fall from the solemn gray clouds

While the earth beneath soaking up till the tears are dry

The children then play, running around without any doubts

Of no such care just pleasance underneath the limitless sky

But still shunned out the homes, misunderstood, forgotten by all-

The snow descends the earth, hiding away the barren lands

And soothe the burning furies of the hot and humid fall

Animals tucked underneath the ground by the snow's hands

But still shunned out the homes, misunderstood, forgotten by all-

It will lightly kiss the windows, doorsteps of the door

To beg for someone to give it the attention it seeks

The windows and doors are shut, so it lets out roar

But the curtains close and snow no longer can peek

But still shunned out the homes, misunderstood, forgotten by all-

For all magnificent powerful glory, revered by big and the small

But still shunned out the homes, misunderstood, forgotten by all...