Near Winter solitude exudes reflections
Through the windows of time, i peer
Remembering the Sparrows Song
It is their sweet melody i hear;
Tomorrow is yet a question mark
Somewhere is still just a dream
Forgotten are all past day of days
And their deepest darkest scheme's;
Truths are all Hale and hearty-Today
As the Tom turkey roasting still
Hungering for it's stuffing of sage
Hoping that we get our Fill;
Life is just a tapestry-my friend
Of misfortune, ill intent and surprise
Of happiness, love and gratitude
Of Time and how it flies;
Make Today the answer: 'To All'
At last put to rest all of the Night
Cut the ill Will for you've had your fill
Embrace this, the First Day, of new found Light;
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