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Thanksgiving

(A Poetic Ode)

Beneath the amber skies of fall, we gather near the hearth,
A season’s whisper beckons us, to honour what has worth.
The bounty spread upon the table gleams with autumn’s hue,
Yet richer still, the wealth of hearts, in gratitude made true.

Oh, Thanksgiving, sacred pause, a hymn to life’s delight,
You teach us how to cherish dawns and praise the velvet night.
The golden grains, the ripened fruit, the earth’s abundant yield,
Remind us of the laboured hands that tilled each cherished field.

Not just the feast of sustenance, but nourishment of soul,
In giving thanks, our spirits bloom, becoming strong and whole.
We bow to love’s eternal flame, to friendships forged in fire,
To dreams that rise like phoenix wings, ignited with desire.

The laughter of the young resounds, the wisdom of the old,
Together weaving memories, more precious than fine gold.
The stories shared around the flame, the blessings softly sung,
Bind us in a tender thread, no matter where we’re flung.

Oh, gratitude, a gentle seed that blossoms into grace,
Transforming every moment into something we embrace.
Even in the shadows, there’s a light that softly glows,
A quiet joy, a whispered peace that every heart bestows.

Thanksgiving is a sacred gift, a time to truly see,
The beauty in the simple things, the power of “we.”
So let us raise our voices high, our thanks to heaven send,
For life, for love, for one another, gifts that never end.

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