There are many sides of glass, or maybe we should call them faces
We can see a reflection of ourselves that is reversed when we look into it, it’s still us but we are slightly backwards and perhaps opposite
There can be a glint of danger in its entity when used as a method to harm or to take away life by drawing blood.
It can entrance rainbows and have them dance about us like fairies bathing in the golden sunlight transfusing the golden rays into multicolored displays of light
We can be on one side of it looking out and wishing that we were on the other side, because it’s been said, "the grass is always greener on the other side."
It can be shaped into an artists fantasy or a dream, becoming the tangible beauty of imagination