The Village's Last Call to Winter

Do you hear the soft melody?

Echoing down the valley’s hill

Offering the sounds of cheer and good will,

And yet its resonance gives gold to the heart of destiny?

With all the children shouting breathlessly

Giving the morning air no chill

And waiting the villagers until

They all combine to a chorus merrily.

The angels preside in a flash of rays

Gently touches the earth with peace;

Until the shadows stir the grey.

Its loving hand listens to the final praise;

Like a memory deceased

Like a heart once beating, falls astray.

Reviews

[SoulShatter]

Beautiful! I love it so much. It also relaxed me for some reason.