Ode to Graystone
In the land where the maple leaves sway,
Graystone speaks of a neighbor far away,
With fervor and passion, he’ll weave and he’ll spin,
Of ballots and debates, where does one begin?
From coast to coast, he paints vivid scenes,
Of candidates’ promises, political dreams,
With every election, his heart races fast,
Yet shadows of worry cling to his past.
Oh, Graystone, dear friend, your heart’s full of fire,
But don’t let the noise drown your own inner choir.
In the chill of the north, remember your roots,
And the warmth of the earth in your sturdy boots.
Let not the turmoil across borders divide,
For there’s beauty in silence, in moments of pride.
Seek the calm waters where your spirit can mend,
And find joy in the laughter of family and friends.
So here’s to a journey, a path that is bright,
May you find healing in the soft morning light.
In the stillness, dear Graystone, may peace take its flight,
And guide you to treatment, toward hope’s gentle light.
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