I'd like a crack at Beatha's crack,
But Beatha's crack is for thee.
Her smile's a treasure, a shining stack,
Locked away, just out of reach for me.

I will always cherish the dawn,
When the world is quiet and new.
In the stillness, I find my song,
A melody just for you.

With every sunrise, hope is born,
Each ray a promise shining bright.
In the morning's embrace, we're reborn,
Our dreams taking flight.

I'll always guard the twilight's glow,
Where day and night softly meet.
In the whispering winds that blow,
Our hearts sync their beat.

Through dawn and dusk, in joy or sorrow,
With you, my path is clear.
I'll treasure every new tomorrow,
For in my heart, you'll always be near.

I walk these paths we once explored,
Each step echoes of your name.
In memories, you're my adored,
A love that time cannot tame.

Though you've departed from this world,
Your essence lingers in the air.
In every flower that's unfurled,
I find a trace of you there.

Nights are long and filled with dreams,
Of moments we once shared.
Your laughter, like the brightest beams,
In my heart, you're ensnared.

Though you're not here to hold my hand,
Your spirit guides me through.
In every star, in every land,
My love, I'm missing you.

Ah, Arwell sailed the seven seas,
With gusts of wind and salty breeze,
A sailor bold, or so he claimed,
But mishaps followed, unashamed.

With compass lost, he'd oft declare,
"Ah well," he'd laugh without a care,
For Arwell's tales of naval pride,
Had more of humour than of guide.

One day he tried to catch a whale,
But hooked himself upon the sail,
"Ah well," he mused, in tangled plight,
As crewmates chuckled at the sight.

In stormy nights and waters rough,
His skills were lacking, sure enough,
Yet Arwell's charm and hearty cheer,
Could make the toughest sailor veer.

A pirate crew once came to fight,
With swords and pistols gleaming bright,
But Arwell tripped and splashed their guns,
"Ah well," he grinned, "the battle's done!"

Though navigation wasn't strong,
His friends knew where they did belong,
For Arwell's heart was kind and true,
And laughs were plenty, troubles few.

So raise your glass to Arwell's might,
The sailor who turned wrong to right,
With "Ah well" as his motto bold,
A tale of mirth forever told.

I am scraping my car windows, my fingers cold as ice,
The morning air is biting, a chill that isn't nice.

The engine hums to life, a breath of warmth inside,
But out here in the frosty dawn, there's nowhere to hide.

The world is still and quiet, a frozen, silent scene,
The sun begins to rise, casting a golden sheen.

I finish up my task, my breath a steamy cloud,
Ready to face the day, feeling strong, feeling proud.

The temperature stands at zero,
A world wrapped in winter's embrace,
Frost glistens in the morning light,
Silent whispers fill the still space.

Icicles hang like crystal daggers,
Trees adorned in a silver sheen,
Footprints crunch on the frozen ground,
A serene, untouched winter scene.

Breath forms clouds in the chilly air,
Stars twinkle in the midnight sky,
Nature sleeps in a blanket of white,
As the cold night passes by.

His majesty shines in the morning dew.
Endless love in skies so blue.

Ruler of the calm and stormy fray,
Eternal from dawn till end of day.
In nature's choir, His music sings,
Graceful silence inspiration brings.
Nurturing hearts with a divine flame,
Soul-whisper keeps us whole again.

His might watches over seas so wide,
Emanating from light that can’t be denied.

Reigning in every hope and every prayer,
Embracing us, He’s everywhere.
In every star in the night sky high,
Guarding each tear and joyful sigh.
Never faltering in laughter or pain,
Soothing like springtime rain.

Heroes' courage, a heart so proud,
Enduring through every cloud.

Righteous beginning and when we part,
Ever-present, guiding each heart.
In age-old wisdom His story is cast,
Great love, a beacon to the last.
Nourished dreams, timeless glory,
Sovereign reigns in every story.

Through storms, Christ sustains,
In shadows, His light remains,
Peace and hope, He reigns.