You were born to beauty,
destined for greatness,
but since your Ice Age,
you positively glow.
Subtle changes in your DNA
translate red into ruby,
yellow to gold.
Pressurized by pain,
flash-frozen by distress,
fired in the furnace of Fate,
orange becomes copper,
blah becomes bling!
The frost becomes you, little one –
lift up that golden head,
wipe tears from cherry cheeks.
You were born to beauty…
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Frost brings out all of the season’s best colours – is there a life lesson hidden in those rainbow-gem leaves?

What are your thoughts?