A thousand crystals in the sun,
A million shattered stars,
White, untouched, untarnished.
Blackened soot, the cruel reality,
Blemish on the snow,
Upon it casts, the scars of life,
What once was pure and good, now lost.
Turned black and brown, the snow does melt,
Its soiled liquid tears,
To wash away the shame of Past,
The Birth of Spring has come.