Winter child be calm Today.
Every sunset dawn is not out of sight,
a slender form of gentle ray awakes you this morning,forming a preternatural glory.
Reminisce about past memory's and how the greatness of this morn Will live in nostalgia, like a cuckoo in a nest, this is your day!
walk down through the winter woods, watch the weeping willows, though they cry its only in joy they do it.
Stroll among the animals, sheep, fox, horses too, remember the peace you feel this day and lock it through and through, purer than pure. truer than true.
Gaze upon the water color painted ceiling, the sky above opens up too show its feelings.
The crimson mixes with pale blue, through too scorched orange, not a sound but the gentle whistle of the breeze rustling the autumnal roasting leaves.
As the morn stretches its arms and steadies its feet a gentle greyness floats at peace, morning walkers walk there dogs all is well, all problems left alone.
No need too worry, a stillness in side says enjoy the day, no need too hurry.
