Bright Poem by Ronald Chapman

What place is this, covered in glow?
Glowing brightly,
Bright as snowflakes sparkling on Sharon's rose,

What city is this?
Streets covered in white,
White as Diamonds falling in beams of moonlight,

What time is this, covered with Hope?
Hope as bright as a large river gaining strength,
Never giving up on its journey,
As it ebbs and flows with the tides of space and time,

What home is this?
A shining Seoul dazzling, in beams of sunlight,
Sounds of children singing,
Playing! In winter's first snow.