The Tables Turned

Shelter with the falling leaves
where time and space have no real meaning
autumn times where nature grieves
and winter winds come gleaming.

In summer when the days are hot
and families gather for playful feelings
selected here this sacred spot
for shattered souls and healing.

Whip sharp winds of living life
where new growth sprouts each morning
an end to troubles, war and strife
and a heartfelt peace now dawning.

Winter’s cold so harsh, severe
where hopes and dreams seem shattered
knowing, truth, there’s nowt to fear
kept safe is all that matters.

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