Hope Atop a Piano
There is a miniature house village,
On a piano top all of the year.
Three figures 'neath a roof grace its center,
A creche to trim for Christmas cheer.
Neath the little village swings a garland,
Scalloped and sparkly as the sky,
Hanging from one end to the other,
Trimming the scene for a while.
The little plastic creche was found
By wandering children at play,
Covered in grease disrespectfully,
In someone's garbage on a summer day.
I think you would say its star gleams now,
As it trims the little village from all the world,
Its place is honored, so clean and pure.
Atop a piano, sparkling, an all-season joy unfurled.
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