The very beginning
(Riddle. Everything means something else. For you to interpret.)
When you go through the tunnel in Alps
And the train rhythm squeezes and harms
Three seasons behind and below
Sea level starts shining and glow
This moment you wish to have tears
They would ease the pain through the fears
Pumpbeat, the sea fly away
You prepare your new cry to say
Snails heading the cabbage ago
There is no luggage for you and at all
Jaws of life, firefighters, some light
And the final goodbye to the night.
A lesson
In a snowy world so delightful and wide,
Lived a frosty fellow with a triumph inside.
A snowman named Frosty, round and tall,
On a frosty day, he has answered his call.
To the playground, Frosty made up his way,
Excitement building, he was ready to play.
Upon the slide, he has taken a ride,
But, oh dear, his parts have started divide!
Down he went with a cheerful glide,
But halfway through, his fate lost a guide,
A mumble, a tumble and a snowy sprawl,
Frosty's pieces scattered into big and small.
You don't worry of Frosty, because in the end
Meryl and Sheryl have rebuilt him of blend
A lesson we learned on that wintery day,
Even when we fall, find a way to stay.
Acceptance
In an icy land where snowflakes play,
Lived a sad snowman, Frosty, they'd say.
His carrot nose, quite long and grand,
Made him frown and complain in the icy land.
"Dear squirrel friends, with fur so bright,
Can you help me, make my nose just right?
It's too long, I need some of your aid,
To trim it down, I'm feeling dismayed."
The squirrels pondered, whiskers a-twitch,
They found a solution in a snowy stitch.
With a snip, a trim, a twist of glee,
Shortened the carrot, joyous to be.
But it happened too fast, with playful sport,
Oh no, oh my, they made it too short.
"Dear squirrels, my friends, it's quite a plight,
Now my nose is too short, absolutely not right.
-Can we fix it, make it just so?
-I'd be grateful, let's give it a go."
Snip by snip, in the snowy soft trance,
They trimmed again, but no second chance.
With giggles and laughs, they tried it again,
Crafting a nose, again all in vain.
A lesson was learned, in a wintery dance,
Acceptance embraced, no need for a prance.
Love yourself true, cut the plastic romance.
In an icy land, where snowflakes cavort,
Frosty finally smiled with a nose quirky sort.
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