The Icicle's Tale

 

The Icicle's Tale

I am an icicle, set up in the trees
where I make my house, if you please,
a cosy spot, demure, perhaps small
to a grand eye, but not all
the best of life is confined to the large
ice houses, often crowded and charged -
it becomes a mess of ice and dust.
One hurries, thaws, and recycles trust
of icicles set upon themselves to care
in their environment always so unaware
of the beauty set in their store.
They build and gather, yet always want more.
So they scatter, crack, glitter, and glaze.
Never stopping to simply admire and gaze.
Up higher I rest in my simple abode,
setting my icy house to pace a slower mode
I notice the frost, smell the ice, 
and feel blanketed by snow soft and nice.