Ice Crystal

Hard solid wetness admires itself never asking for more.
Far from frozen like the cleanest glass in the never-lasting
sunlight. A crystal in the company of many other crystals
in the darkest coldest cave; who''s ground is whiter than
the full moon. The explorer would walk through the
cave which polar bears once walked through. He''d swing
the flash light at the crystals which now looks like the angry
sharp teeth of a Saber-toothed tiger's mouth. The explorer blinks, sniffs his pink runny nose and grins. The cave''s unwelcoming
silence fills his mind, he heads towards the exit and glances
back "No can do," he''ll go and find some other cave,
perhaps that''s alive with creatures far from his knowing.
The sun peeks over the snow blankets into the ice-sickled
cave once more, who''s golden glaze of warming heat frosts
the frozen beauty. Till the glass shines its'' best and a droplet
so clear so beautiful it''s nothing.