They want me to choose, pick them, invent something
They are waiting, I can spot their excitement, dance away
Each One, a start, a middle, an End, a masterpiece, an Art
I will take just a few, move them around, find order, place in a line
The others, still nudging, no patience, I giggle, laugh out loud
Coming together nicely, let’s see, what’s written, created
Let’s begin, here goes, On a cold Winters Eve, the snow falling
My Wellington boots, the ice on ground they meet
Where have all the Greys gone, the cold transformed the streets
The trees no longer colour Green, leaves, the snowflakes lay
If you want to know the ending, more words will come your way
Love, light and healing energies too you all
Tm
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