I recall the inner peace I often felt and even warmth during a gentle snowfall. Knowing that no two snowflakes were exactly alike. One of nature's amazing feats of brilliance.

And, like sparkling waters, the way that light reflects off of snow sometimes, during the time when the sun is low in the morning or in the evening and even at night with the moon, the reflection can be viewed like sparkling diamonds as your poem describes…wonderful!

Ron