Silent Night

Moon sleeps long wrapped in cozy quilt of chilly fogs, Earth is engulfed in thick black carbon-canopy; Trees ghosts-like; birds black-hole shaded; loud growl of dogs, The scene is as silent as a dream fantasy... Grow-caws cooled; cock-craws chocked; cattle clemently calm; Buds of roses and sunflowers snore and sleep still; Snails and worms shrunk betwixt fallen leaves and twigs, warm, Cold seems handicapping even hearts of goodwill... Bells feebly heard; the village church is very far; As our bullocks are unwell, we may need to walk; There's joy, when young and old - all together way-fare, Merrily walk telling tales and season's talk... Come, join us, share the happiness, Jesus is born! Partake in Christmas joy, though we might walk till morn! 21 December 2021