The wind is low
The sea is high
Nature is
beautiful,
and all things around
The sky is blue
The grass is green
at this point nature is beautiful
I am the man that kills the world,
I am the world that swallows the time,
I am the time that tells the clock,
I am the clock that turns the hands,
I am the hands that forms the fire,
I am the fire that shapes the soul,
I am the soul that makes the man,
I am the man that speaks the word,
I am the word that creates the poem
I am the sun that brightens the day
I am the trees that provide the shade
I am the sea that carries the sand
I am the man that builds on the land
I am the rain that creates the cloud
I am the joy that cries out loud
I am the mouth that speaks the words
I am the sky that frees the bird
I am the present that leads the future
I am the sun.
The forests are burning.
The rivers are drying.
The icebergs are melting.
The wildlife is fading.
But all that sorrow,
And all that pain
is hidden away,
By a naive and ignorant crowd.
Yet behind all that happiness,
The truth of it all,
Our world is suffering,
Until the curtain will fall.
The Christmas Tree stood at the centre of the hall
Threatened to be devoured by the gifts around
Shrill golden bells chimed with the wind
Wailing in joy for the rebirth
Of the Single year
The creche surrounded itself with
Blinking lights and euphoric laughter
The single year becomes a second chance
The hands of the clock
Turn back once again
Jingle bells ring,
Is it nearly spring?
Santa clause is here,
Reindeers are tired,
They really inspire,
White, white coloured snow falling
From the purple sky,
Jingle bells ring,
Jingle bells ring,
Are the GIFTS under the tree?
I hope they are,
The star is shining bright,
Sparkling light,
On the Christmas tree,
Filled with colourful decorations,
Wonderful,
Just wonderful,
Oh, look who is there wearing the red
cap?
It is Santa, hooray!
We will enjoy our Christmas today!
All I want is a white Christmas
So nobody at all can miss this
Whether it’s Santa coming down the chimney
Or it’s the delicious figgy pudding
All I want is a white Christmas
So nobody can forget this
Crackers on the table
Hear the bells ring
Reaching the roof
Instant magic feeling
Sparkling beautifully
Towering tall
Marvellous decorations
And a
Star on top
Tinsel draped over
Reindeer decorations hung
Enter the room
Everything is lit up.
I shall sit right here all day! On this very bed
There is not a thing you can do to get me out
On Christmas, I shall not make a snowman; nor ride a sled!
Instead, I will stay under the toasty blankets throughout
Because what use do I have for Christmas feasts or lights?
Or the laughter that roars in the streets below me?
In a week or so, everyone will forget about this night
Forget about the presents, the spirits, the trees
Some people call me dead inside
I call it living a pragmatic life
…
But perhaps just this once, in the spirit of Christmas
I shall sing and dance and rejoice
I shall rip open the wrappers and see what’s inside
And…
Huh?
Somehow, I simply feel alive