December 4, 2016


Sleep comes to the weary, sleep comes to the sad
sleep comes to the children all snug in their bed

Rest to the deserving, handed out like gold
rest to the downtrodden, not to withhold

Lie down in the winter, flowers sleep in the frost
where snow shields the ground, all is not lost

Sun shines on morning dew, clearing land of winter’s nap
trees spring to life, giving streams of lushes sap

Breaking the ground all in due course
buds come alive with surprising force

Surrounded in warmth, awake comes the earth
People yawning away, with life’s comforting mirth

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