Simon Whild - Birthday Harvest

Bereft upon a winter rose
Goes the shiny soul
Of yet another year.
But rising from icy fields
Arose a silent freshness
Of scented April harvest,
Budding bright new sights
Of days you’ve yet to see.
So, on this day of days,
Be of joy and sing,
As this day has seeded
The rose of brighter things.

Simon Whild

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