In every ending, there is new beginning
Each moment renews every thing, every being
In life there is death and in death there is life,
For here comes old winter of red, green and white
Young springtime and summer could never be whole
All colours exist in this rainbow of soul
All darkness is light made of hidden vibration
The secret of joy is our own inspiration
For nothing exists that is not from within
The song of creation is our own to sing
Sadness or gladness are only our choice
The voice of divine is our own inner voice
As under the mistletoe’s poisonous fruit
Sweet kisses are stolen without a dispute
There is something quite good in each thing if we see
Let hope spring eternal like evergreen trees
May our hearts never shrink in the season of cold
May every soul find inner treasures of gold
In deep snow and ice there is warmth, love and cheer
To give and receive every year after year
Life is a gift made of endless delight
When darkness discovers the blessing of light
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Swati Prakash 