By Aurora Massari
A hush fell over the market-place
The cold wind comes inside
There seems to only be a trace
Of angels who confide
Seasons here are nonexistent,
Why the smile on every face?
They leave you, shocked and spent
In a blur of colored lace
Varying levels of chlorophyll
Account for colors well supplied
But everything is standing still
Time has stopped, death is denied
A magic overcomes this space
Where no one goes against their will
An no one needs to make their case
Or fear the rampant chill
The meaning is a relative thing
And merriment is dismay
But it's Joy that leaves a lasting sting
That haunts all hearts this happy day
A hush fell over the market-place
The cold wind comes inside
There seems to only be a trace
Of angels who confide
Seasons here are nonexistent,
Why the smile on every face?
They leave you, shocked and spent
In a blur of colored lace
Varying levels of chlorophyll
Account for colors well supplied
But everything is standing still
Time has stopped, death is denied
A magic overcomes this space
Where no one goes against their will
An no one needs to make their case
Or fear the rampant chill
The meaning is a relative thing
And merriment is dismay
But it's Joy that leaves a lasting sting
That haunts all hearts this happy day
