Thanks to MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting this week’s Tale Weavers prompt: celebration and the New Year.
Oh brilliant star once gifted, you
Blow away all dark, you shine true.
Your colours effervescent, clear,
Holding eternity in lights sear.
The calm of night hidden, in sparkle with awe we live.
Stars erupting vivid, as seen in a child’s eyes bright.
Dear child do you know, our country?
Is not young as she was once; won —
Her liberty from England with ease.
Didn’t as our Southern neighbours cease —
Their freedom; we grew from peaceful roots, we amplify,
Reason in the world for one-hundred-fifty-years nigh.
So in this New Years night proudly,
Watch the sparklers light, the crowd —
Cheering as the stars burst red, white —
And crackle in the air to delight.
All people gathered to ring in twenty-seventeen,
The year of Our Lord, brilliant stars gleam.
We’ve more than celestial stars,
Burning in the night milenias;
Milenias times millions more,
Kanada, “village,” country born.
A multiplicity of ethnicities know home,
Glowing fireworks alight the skies, ample colour shown.
The stars are our fireworks, they
Light all our ways home, to know,
Such a gift we’ve been given, such —
Treasure fine: inspired and just,
Fire in the sky ignites majestic liquid lights,
Oh brilliant stars could we touch divinity this night?
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