Chapter 9:

Arc- 3

Crystal Sky


In winter's icy grip, the world lay still,

As nature slumbered 'neath a snowy quilt.

But hope whispered softly, a gentle breeze,

Promising a love that soon shall appease.


And as the days grew longer, a subtle hint,

Of spring's arrival, in petals, a glint.

A symphony of colours, love's sweet art,

Spring arrives, mending every heart.