Snow Globe
By Christian L
Lying on my shelf
It is priceless to me
As blue as a sapphire in the celestial morning sky
Illuminated by the scorching sun
Light snowfall falls upon it,
A lonely windmill
Swallowed by snow
Sitting and waiting
A transparent orb surrounds it
As clear as a tropical stream in the summer
Encrypted in the ancient stone the words show,
Santorini
A memorable treasure
From years ago
And it still sits there
Lying on my shelf