Winter months ring-in an ending, and a new beginning soon to arrive; sometimes cold, sometimes cruel, sometimes skies streaked with clouds, or clear, with a sun that is worshiped by many, succumbing to warmth a sun drenched heat brings sighs.
Snowmen are built, then start to melt, racing against time towards streams, filling the banks with a clear liquid of blue, where seen is a crystal lying dormant for an eternity, uncovered by torrents of overflowing rivers, etched by rocks beaten into an awakening.
A crystal like no other...covered in gold flecks, shining so bright the eyes cannot stand the strength it emanates; close your eyes and imagine the world covered in warm golden hues, covered with hope that shines through the coldness of hearts; warmth washing away the hardness of hatred...
A crystal held in your hand; imagine-believe-hope for tidal waves of love rippling in and between; over and across; above and below; a heaven erasing the hell on earth; blooming like a flower that has never seen the sun, forever more; through eternity. Believe.