Endings
When the nights are done
And we see the sun
A new day dawns
With hope for some
When the fairies of spring
With warm breath breathe
The snow from the winters
Will leave their freeze
When the bellies of clouds
Can hold no more
They spread their rains
To wash earths shores
When the grub that lived
Leaves its cocoon
On the flight of wings
Will play till noon
When the days are done
And we lay us down
The stars will twinkle
In the moons playground
When the ends that come
Make it hard to see
There is something new
To set us free.
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