The Holly King

I am a giant, enchanted tree,

with glossy green leaves and red berries.

I am Winter, I shorten the sun.

I am the Old Year, that can’t be undone.

I am the dark, the sleeping ground,

Where no material things are found.

Rest in the night, prepare for the day,

May peace and goodwill come your way.

Tomorrow will bring new light and love,

So accept the things that you cannot have.

Embrace the change, the growing sun,

For a season of re-growth will always come.