The wall
Once there sat a vill, a mighty town upon a hill
Happy and content, thanks to it's worker's great skill
Joy ran amuck, healing hearts full of woe
Cheering on their proud workers, and playing in the snow
But then came the storm, with thunder loud and grey
Doom ever crept in closer, danger sneaked in every day
The workers of the vill, greatly feared the storms great chill
And this fear made them think, of a way to save their hill...
"A wall!" Cried their joy, "a wall to save us all"
And the congregation responded, by shouting back, "a wall!"
"But what," spake the elders,"should this wall be made from?"
"A wall made in fall, will never silence pain's drum"
So Autumn stone was discarded, the stuff would surely break
When matched against the tempest, of a violent old heartbreak
As was summer bronze cast out, even polished bright and strong
What chance would glamour have, versus waves that come from Wrong
"Spring's sunshine will do it!" shouted little rays of hope
But under cloud's great darkness, even sunshine fails to cope
All that was left, for the people to suggest
Was that winter season's Christmas, full of laughter to digest
"Let us build our saving wall, from Santa's cheerful sleigh!
His bag with every toy, his gift for every day
Search and find the good, ponder with every thought
Let no virtue go unseen, till then: forget your cot!"
The workers slaved both night and day, finding gifts of love and joy
To gather all that they could find, not leaving the smallest toy
They found every piece of good news, glad tidings did they bring
Sowing laughter together with light, using art as sowing string
And so the wall was finally built, and shined in it's great light!
A shield that would protect the land, now devoid of all that's bright...
And then came the storm, and great were the waves
Which were so fierce and strong, that only as anger could it behave
But no lightning bolt of grief, or arrow of pure pain
Could penetrate a fortress, built with joys of the sane
And alas! The storm blew by, revealing bright sky blue
And the wall in all its glory, had lasted the night through
But as the citizens looked about, no cheering could be found
No matter how they tried, no joy was in their sound
For the vill that had been full, of joy that had once healed it
Had protected its very self, by living within it
The vill had emptied, it's never ending supply
Of joy, love, and peace, all the colors in the sky.
And so it remained forever, protected, yet exposed
And the workers without their smiles, carried nothing as a load