#WritcoPoemPrompt39
Changing seasons hark new beginnings,
Like the shoots of tender plants on a Spring morning...

The season is beginning to be grateful,
Christmas is near,
No time to be hateful..

Heading towards the season,
We will see why this Pandemic process,
Or the ideal of its reasons..

Sitting and chilling in the royal suite,
Understanding how much I need.

The daily tasks that keep me complete,
Even during what's bitter sweet..

Yeah, it's a wonderfull life,
Even though the darkest nights,
Just until I find some good light..

On this Christmas eve...