Frost fading from the sky
takes its rest upon the weary ground.
Glistening in the frigid night.
Where he spies a beauty bound...
Bound in soul, inside the snow.
A melody in which we know
as a softly whispered lullaby.
A mist entrapped in Winter's sky.
And yet, through all that is,
and ever was or shall soon be.
Moon still hangs, an angels delight
Hovering twixt lush skies, warm seas.
Moon asked Sun to give her warmth
Of summer and the spring
Autumns lovely coloured dress,
one which made angels sing!
And for the coldest of the year,
Moon asked for crystal hue.
One to match her pearly sky
and loving eyes of blue
And in the ever changing blight
young Winter sent, in rosey white
diamonds made of her delight
A gift to one who brights the night
So as the crystals flurried
To the cold and weary ground
Moon had freed bold loving Earth
Young Angels newly bound
This Essence of our lives
that in the night hath dawned
has staid with us ever since
the Moon had made this bond.
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