A/N This has some christanity in it because I orginally wrote it for a Christin friend but never used it. If you aren't a christan or don't like that stuff this is just a heads up except that it's only a small mention of Christ.
Through the seasons you shall grow
A newborn in Summer's blazing heat,
But amere child when Autumn's leaves fall
An adult during Winter's peak
And finally once Spring flowers bloom an old age you will reach
May Christ be with you through it all
And maybe in years to come you will recall this very day
In which you are the star
As we call out from afar
A loud and joyful
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
A/N if you want to use this for your own friend or a family member please ask me for permission before hand, and please if you do use it don't claim ownership over it.
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Witching Hour: Lost in Thought
PoetryTitled "Witching Hour" because most of my poem ideas come to me way past midnight when I'm trying to sleep. The topics are pretty diverse, but there are definitely things I write about more often than others. Also If you don't like the first few...
