The birds weren't too loud
no falling out of the branch.

Everything soft as a cloud
no stubbing or skin to blanch.

The sun sparkled between shadows
no shock to the eyes.

No one swinging from gallows
no friends' demise.

No enemies throwing bombs
no forests thrashing about.

The community with no qualms
no agenda to defend or tout.

Shrines are all full
none to replace.

No head of foolish wool
no trust to misplace.

No whirlwinds of drama spinning
no eye rolling or smarts.

A message sent to cause grinning
no broken hearts.

Penned by my hand on the 1st of Valnuary, in the year 582 AF.