This is a feeling of which I will never tire,

Lit up on a cold snowy night by a warm fire.

I am filled with vibrant green,

And I start again, fresh and clean.

Perhaps I grow shades of rose and yellow,

And such times of darkness feel so long ago.

I am a beacon of light,

And I will stand with all my might.

I have a heart of sun,

And it can never be undone,

I yearn for the crashes of the sea,

And I know it is free that I must be.

Photo by Hope Shaw

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