The mournful sound of the fog horn out in the bay,
A sad sigh for humanity’s failings,
Snow flakes falling,
As eerie as they are beautiful.
Like their spirits,
Yearning for freedom,
This is the beginning of great change,
Amidst the silence,
Snatched out of the freezing air,
By the snow.
Warm words will come,
To fill the whole of humanity with joy,
And the frozen landscape will thaw.
You will heal this Earth of yours,
And the shoots will rise again from the snow,
Bringing hope to all mankind,
And the recognition of love and the truth always.
Written in South Dublin, Ireland Jan 2010
Original work on The Seagull Speaks by Sandford Elstone is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License.
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