Snowglobe from Paris

As the small child shakes and rattles the glass globe,
The people down below quake and quiver.

Times ticking
While each flake different shape,
Falls down as delicate as a feather from a peacock's tail.

The glistening sun shining on the precious glass,
Waiting to be turned.

This city I would love to visit,
Croissants and macarons they’re scrumptious!
They Would keep me satisfied for the day

The Eiffel tower so big and grand.,
Growing into the sky...

The globe sits on the side in my room,
Shining and glowing,
Always tempted to shake it,
But hopefully, I’ll never break it.