is thy rue true?

[alpinefreshness]

"rue"

Stirring moment, one by two,
blanket covered riddled rue.
Time ticks on, plays its beat,
life's soul and heaven's treat.
Stirring from an avalanche
to corral from sleep's ranch.
Beeping seeps all about,
inside, outside, in and out.
Dimly lit on the world's plane,
just so, lights gone insane.
Yet outside windowed world
is the sky thrown and twirled,
falling down and falling fast;
a thousand plays, a billion cast.
Ah, snow, it looks so kind,
a heavenly world; hope to find.
It spins, it flies, mingles and twirls;
it jumps, it falls, blankets, and swirls.
It relaxes the soul, the world too,
a blanket covered riddled rue.