The church bells ring,
the trumpets sound,
the roses bloom,
the sorrows drown.
The moon adorns herself
in a gown of shimmering rays.
The radiant stars fill the sky
like diamonds in a maid’s hair.
The perfumed air enchants the night.
No soul rests down to sleep.
The angels above come to Earth.
They sing and dance among the Trees.
The heavens declare,
the whole world says,
’tis Christmas ’tis Christmas,
’tis the Lord’s birthday!
Christmas
Published
wordsofhope 
Cool. Great choice of simple words.
Thank You! Your encouragement means a lot!
Hi no new writing? I was hoping to see something fresh. You have a style explore it.
R
Have posted a brand new poem on my blog. Do have a look. Would love your thoughts.