Solstice Day
When darkness falls across the sky,
upon the longest night.
The whisper of the gentle breeze,
assures me it's alright.
"Within this dark and quiet womb,
the light begins to grow."
These words the wind did send to me,
Across the silent snow.
And so I stood upon the hill,
before the fire bright,
To wait and watch for golden rays,
The first return of light.
Across the sky of early morn the light did slowly
start to play.
And warmth and joy did fill my heart,
Upon that solstice day.
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