by Cor Frederiks
Once upon a Dawning day, my spirit sang, the song of may, birds a whistling amongst rustling leaves, forbearing the soon approaching eves. Once upon a sunny morrow, my spirit sang with little sorrow, 'twas and ever warmer ray, that could burn the drying hay. Once upon a leafy noon, summer has passed way too soon, All that is left is flooding puddles, which leave me yet with many puzzles. Once upon a cold white field, the blowing wind will never yield, as snowflakes fall from clouds above, Walking becomes way to tough. Once upon a cold mid night, the sky than shatters with coloured light, as the load bangs of fireworks lessens, it is clear yet another year passes.