Positivity : Beyond the Cobwebbed Window Panes

Disheveled and covered with soot,
Life seems to be at the boot,
Toiling for hours till end with a trusty broom,
Blistered fingers that should be holding crayons but Annie couldn't be less groomed,

The night is always a spectacle through the frosted window,
Was her world to an imaginary kingdom where magic flows ,
The garden gnomes by the garden fountain chattering incessantly about the fabled white owl,
Whose wings would scatter glitters that would nourish the barren earth that scowl.

A familiar buzz and a knock at the glass,
Introduce none other than pretty little Isabelle a winged charm with a feisty grin,
The magical dance by firefly troops paints the sky like an artist's canvas,
In a rare display of aerial show that mesmerizes the eyes,
Annie's world is neither grey nor dull,
It is a festival of rejuvenation a feast of euphoric hope at its full.

The night is the renewal of tattered soul and hope that flies,
Emotion so warm that even flowers would bloom under the moon's watchful eyes,
In a distance, a hoot so soothing that the entire hive of activities stood still,
A majestic bird with a wingspread so wide that the sky is filled,
The fabled owl, Hope has arrived.

A soft smile appears beneath a hardship so real,
All that mankind could wish is a renewed zeal,
And a winged friend that knocks on our window,
To unveil magic and hope that must follow,
Storm is never lasting, a rainbow appears as a companion in a horizon not too far.

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