Silver

The misty swirls of far away,
Spiraling to the four corners of the universe.
The color of winter flowers,
Peeking out from under snow.
Snowflakes gently floating from the sky,
landing on delighted childrens' tongues.
A ring twisted on a certain Gollum's finger,
The greedy soul disappearing from your view.
The beginning of life in the wind,
Tickling God's toes as it whirls away.
So beautiful,
Yet so deadly.
Blinding even the strongest pair of eyes with it's shine.
It slinks into childrens' dreams,
Giving imagination, being itself.
The chime of bells on a Sunday morning.