The gift of gab -spot the signals
A flight of swallows flies over high, away and off, to a far and distant land
It takes with them, the warmth we can now only hold in our hearts
Just as sure as they will return, so will warmth, bringing new life and light with it
Unrestrained, unrestricted, winter roams across the land,
covering all of natures scars with a white bandage
But, just like with a bandage, the snow must soon also part and make way
Only to reveal to us, that the scars have not left the sacred soil
And then we suddenly realise
The scars are not a disfigurement of the land, they are a part of it!
Like the crooked jaw of the man next door is part of him
It is the way of existence, granted to us by the amazing disgrace of warmth
But we are thankfull
Thakfull to know how wonderfull things are,
and thankfull that we are reminded of that each and every
year
We live and love, just as we always have and always will
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