Singing the blues

Winter’s white is quite the fright as we look out the door.
I’ve had had the flu. That made us blue.
I just can’t take much more!


Peace in small packages

In a world full of hate,
some still get along.

By helping each other,
and hearing their songs.

So what if we’re different,
there’s still much to share.

Thus bringing us closer,
by showing we care.

Peace brings us great comfort,
much more so than toys.

Lets bury the loathing,
and scratch out real joy.