The end is
not near
The
beginning
Is
Just a smile
away
This is not
the season of sorrow or snow
It’s the
season
To rejoice
The rising
of the new sun
It’s the
season of Christmas
No matter
who you are
Or what you
believe in
The fact of
the matter
Is
The sun will
rise
Allowing
All to see
The
glimmering beauty
In a blade
of grass
Swaying in
the breeze
As the sun
Rises over
head
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