The winter comes. Now pack your joy away.
The clouds roll in with gloomy faces down.
“It’s time to guard celestial skies,” they say.
They cast their mournful glances to the ground.
Breeze swirls. It swishes through the fading trees.
The leaves are struggling. Hold on through the fight!
They drop; last breath drawn from them by the freeze.
Survival’s slim for all is dead tonight.
But wait. That light! From whence it comes?
A star bursts forth and splits the turbid skies.
It rests above a barn where lays a son.
Upon the manger hay the baby cries.
With joy against the howling storm we’ll call,
“Fear not! For one day he will save us all!”
That was AMAZING!!!! You are so talented! I loved it.
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