Sapphire snow and liquid gold,
warming thoughts when life gets cold;
heart draws strength from stored-up grace,
to live well through the winter place.
How did you whisk sunshine from skies up above
And add it to petals, to burst with its rays?
When did you clamber down into the mine-shaft
In order to add liquid gold to your gaze?
Why did you feel you could steal golden paintbrush
From canvases brilliantly hung in the Louvre?
Where did you learn how to strut with such confidence,
Knowing your beauty has nothing to prove?