A Delightful World

A small dark green fern,
A great towering oak,
A mossy green rock,
All sitting still in the lonely part of a forest.
Then for many days & many nights, snow falls heavily.
There is no light for months.
The fern crinkles.
The oak sags under the weight on its branches.
The rock is cold & steady & the moss is dying.
But a ray of sun,
A mouse.
The singing birds
The suffering before calm
A world of delight