I Told Them
I told them when the morning broke,
When dew adorned the sleepy grass,
That dreams like whispers gently spoke,
But fleeting, like the shadows pass.
I told them when the sky turned gray,
When storms unveiled their roaring might,
That tempests too shall lose their sway,
And stars emerge to heal the night.
I told them as the rivers ran,
With silver tongues through ancient stone,
That time, a river’s patient span,
Can carve a path through the unknown.
I told them when the flowers bloomed,
When spring adorned the world anew,
That beauty born of earth entombed
Proves light can blossom through and through.
I told them as the autumn fell,
When leaves turned gold and softly sighed,
That change, though wrapped in farewell,
Bears seeds of life not yet denied.
I told them when the frost set in,
When silence wrapped the weary earth,
That even in the winter's din,
Beneath the ice lies a quiet birth.
I told them when the dusk had spread,
When twilight blurred the lines of sight,
That every end where hope had fled
Can birth a dawn, a new delight.
When dew adorned the sleepy grass,
That dreams like whispers gently spoke,
But fleeting, like the shadows pass.
I told them when the sky turned gray,
When storms unveiled their roaring might,
That tempests too shall lose their sway,
And stars emerge to heal the night.
I told them as the rivers ran,
With silver tongues through ancient stone,
That time, a river’s patient span,
Can carve a path through the unknown.
I told them when the flowers bloomed,
When spring adorned the world anew,
That beauty born of earth entombed
Proves light can blossom through and through.
I told them as the autumn fell,
When leaves turned gold and softly sighed,
That change, though wrapped in farewell,
Bears seeds of life not yet denied.
I told them when the frost set in,
When silence wrapped the weary earth,
That even in the winter's din,
Beneath the ice lies a quiet birth.
I told them when the dusk had spread,
When twilight blurred the lines of sight,
That every end where hope had fled
Can birth a dawn, a new delight.
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