The mighty is born. Now sing all of you in praises, for peace, love and everlasting kindness, for joy and merriment and laughter. This is the day of our saviour. The message is clear.Joy to the world, peace on Earth, love one another. It is with gladness that we celebrate this special day. A day of joy, of goodwill, of feasting, caring and sharing. The wisemen bring their gifts and so do we. Celebrate the love that is in us and all around us. Joy to the world.
In a time of darkness, a light shines. Prayers for the people, to overcome their fears. Fear of darkness, let their be light. Fear of loneliness, poverty, starvation, homelessness and despair. Gather together with your families and friends, your neighbors and colleagues, your aquaintenances and fellows. Don’t be strangers to the world. On this fine day, the feast is prepared. Rest, relaxation, comfort and sharing. On this fine day, we find peace. Joy and love, good will towards our fellow man. On this fine day, we find love.
Our instructions are simple, but immense. Oh come all yeah faithful, gather round the Christ Child. Bring your joy and your sorrow, bring your laughter and your tears. Here is a message of great importance. Cast aside your doubts, cast aside your fears. Listen to the message. A child is born, he will bring us peace. He will rise above the obstacle of defeat. Listen to his message, oh great and mighty, or small and lowly, for on this day we find peace.
Save us, oh great savoir. On this fine Christmas Day, may peace, love and goodwill, be in your hearts and minds and may the light of this day, bring joy to all of you, throughout the world.
The night is bright with stars so shiny, it is the time of Christmas Eve. The winter snow is deep and crisp, white and bright and full of it’s own delight. Christmas and winter are filling our lives. Fun in the snow and fun in the humanity of the season. Fill our lives with joy and celebration, fill our hearts with gladness and peace. Love for one another, joy to all of humanity, the child will soon be born.
Bless this season, all you fine people, fill your lives with joy. A baby will soon be born, bless the baby boy.
The hardship of the daily toil is sometimes overwhelming and dreary. Daily life can be difficult, tiresome and weary. Some are rich, some are poor, some are weak and some are far away. Now is a time for Christian giving, feasting and sharing and exchanging gifts. The tradition of family, friends and strangers, all connected to a child. Save us! Praises to you oh holy child. Save us!
Bring our loved ones to us, make their travels safe. Long journeys homeward, to our family to share Christmas Day. A tradition of joy that we celebrate with the world. Home for the holidays, all you Christian people. Celebrate the joy that this fine season brings.
The dead of winter for holiday delight. It’s perfect. Cold and wintry is the night with the fresh snow in the morning to greet us. There is nothing better than this season. Joy and caroling, Christmas is beautiful. A tradition of compassion, charity, giving, and friendship. The fabulous tradition of caring. Love one another, peace on Earth, goodwill towards your fellow man. May the blessings of the season fill your hearts with joy and kindness and be faithful to you throughout the year.
It is with great joy that we sing our songs, with duty and dedication that we donate our gifts of charity to the poor. Love eternally, love everlasting, that is the message of this baby boy. Jesus will soon be born, he rises again. From a birth in a manger to be king of our lives. A triumph for humanity, for the spirit of mankind. Rise in freedom, all of you fine people, shed your despair. Cheer and praises, the holy night is near.
Soon the wanderings of the spirit will end, soon the angels will sing, soon the stable will call us to rest, soon will be born, a king. Soon the darkness will reveal a light, soon the night will end, soon the witnesses of the glorious sight will be called, on this Holy Night.
A tradition of singing, of baking and feasting, a holiday most high. Gift giving and memories, the wisemen stopped by. Oh wise are we, to continue this tradition, in memory of a baby, so calm and bright. Such a wonderful gift, oh Holy Night. Oh Holy Night. Soon a child will be born.
The hardship of the colony, the death and despair that was endured, but strive oh Canada, your wealth and destiny will come. Oh homesteaders of yesterday, with toil and work and strife. It still is Christmas to all, regardless of where you are in life. In living the pioneer struggles, but the holiday looms in our minds. Yes, you must have Christmas, not just in your dreams. The holiday is for everyone, enjoy it before it passes. The festive season is with us, with fun and sharing and gifts. Laugh and sing, oh lucky humans, for the joy that this holiday season brings.
It’s a fabulous notion, to start anew, with fresh ideas, community, land and skills. Exciting and enticing, to feel the fresh air, to feel freedom, adventure to call this land your home. The tingling sensation of anticipation and joy. At last, a home. It’s a long way to voyage, to come to Canada, to serve in the conquest of a voyage so rare. To build it, so live it, the adventure of the century, to dwell in the new colony, to be history.
Now venture along the St. Lawrence, with it’s turbulent waters. See the sweet little town called Quebec, but travel, just a little bit further. Another 255 kilometers to the new city of Montreal. A fabulous place, built with the dedication of the colonialist. A fine mind set on conquering a new frontier. Another test of strength and courage, but also negotiation, acceptance and peace. A chance for a new home, a new life, but sharing. To share the land with strangers who will be your neighbors, who will, in their own way, help to make the nation and the colony survive. An unusual friendship, the European and the aboriginal, but so it will be, in the commerce of trade and in the harmony of the land. Peace be with us.
From the voyages of Jacques Cartier, to the new settlers of the land, the joy of adventure is with us.
Jacques Cartier. A voyage of discovery in Canada, the search for a new land. Fabulous! To travel so far, to strive so diligently, to be courageous and educated is such fine arts as navigation, weather, geography, negotiation and more. It’s the skills of human intelligence that wins this fine race across the Atlantic Ocean.
A daring adventure filled with the unknown. A curiosity that must be resolved, the question of what’s out there? Bring back gold, riches and spices. Find a way to the orient! Adventure, oh braves ones, out to the sea, into the winter and to the dangers that it brings. Rest in the camp, die in the land, but bring back gold, riches and spices. Find the path to Asia! Be fantastic, be noble, be brave, be successful be obedient. Bring back gold!
It’s a brave new world, filled with brave new people who must be met and communicated with. It is with hard work and toil, that this endevour pays off so well. The people are kind. Joy be with us! Good luck and good fortune have found the explorers as they land on these shores among strangers who are congenial, or intended to be.
October 2, 1535 was a grand day, for a great nation. The expedition lands in Hochelaga an Iroquois village which will become part of the modern city of Montreal. Share the joy, share the harvest, share the land, meet the people, be our friends. Come, Jacques Cartier, eat with us, talk to us. Don’t be strangers. But the discourse lasted only a few hours before the Europeans returned to the camp upstream, after naming the hill behind Hochelaga, Mont Royal.
Foiled again! The wintry blasts of icy cold are too much of a burden to bear. By more good fortune, the camping party is saved from scurvy, which did claim 25 lives during the winter.
Come, oh fine humans, drink the Iroquois tea of white pine needles, to cure your scurvy and to save your lives. Drink to your good health, literally.
When spring finally came, in the merry month of May, the beleagured group of adventurers return to France with positive reports of a river to the west. The pathway to Asia, to riches, spices and gold, lay through the continent, in the land called Canada.
It’s simple and rich, it’s awesome and real, it’s clever and daring, it’s nurturing and caring. It gives support, it grows, it gives hope and it shows, it’s smiles and touches, it’s tangible and connected. Life support and life lines, nets to throw and catch people in. Ties that bind, reasons to hold, keep us safe, safe in the fold. Small and tiny, it’s hard to decide, which will flourish and which will subside. The strong, the clever, the mighty, the great, all might fall, with a twist of fate. Raise them all, whatever they be, for in this world, there’s make believe.
Believe you are strong with good intentions, climb your mountains, claim your spot. All of us strive to reach the top. Move those mountains, part the seas, plan to work, this is not a breeze. Follow the path of dreams and rainbows, color your world with minds and planning. Go on your quest to fortune and fame, follow your intentions, pursue and plan. Soon your team will be tested for it’s skill, this is your life, live it well. Be it fast, or be is slow, this is your only chance to shine, let it show. One fabulous lifetime, then it’s gone.
Draw them close, they are so dear, the lucky companions who you chose to be near. Similar aptitudes, skills and focus, intent on a lifetime of quests, bucket lists, socializing and more. More fun, for those who chose to find the time it takes to fill those goals, skill building, training, research and planning, all those things come with patience, practice, knowledge and care.
Litter your world with photos of dreams, plan your outcome, make your scheme. Nothing comes of wishful thinking, active participation will draw you out. Be the best that you can be, nothing short of this, so you will be pleased. Strive for those heights, those sought after goals, there’s still time to pursue this, and soon it shows. Determination, set your mind, choose the pathway, start to climb, relentless uphill, planning and striving, the tireless movement to gain a chance.
This is your life, the one and only, focus your aptitude, follow it closely. You will be what you will, but the best possible you, will come from your skill. Build your life, build your team, focus your mind, follow your dreams.
From near and from far, you come to Canada, all of you, from wherever you are. Our light shines brightly, you can hear our name, come to Canada, be counted in it’s fame. Multicultural you, your bless us too. It’s sharing and caring and nurturing too. Welcome to Canada, we sing it’s fame. Proudly we broadcast the tune of our name.
It’s lively, it’s mighty, we soar with the best. From hillsides to mountains, we live with energy and zest. The tides of the oceans the skills of the people, we are the great nation, of unity of peoples. A daring adventure in human relations, the multicultural land of the Canadian nation. Set aside your doubts, set aside your differences, enjoy the magnificence that this land indulges in. Prosperity for all, no matter the region, we are so blessed with a different human relation. From far and wide, we sing with praise, Oh Canada the nation where all of us work and play.
With dedication and work, with pride we share, a country so fortunate, that all are welcome here. The land of the strong,the home of the brave, oh Canada, you help us , to salvage their ways. Nations in flight, all fighting their wars, from far and wide, their bring their battle scars. Over and over, they fill our rooms, with tales of sadness, loss and doom. Struggle for freedom, try as you will, in the end it’s a frantic, run for it, still. With a flag that is waving, we hear your plight, come to our country, there’s time and it’s right.
Bring us your skills, your culture, your heritage, your color, your religion, your strength and your marriages. This is a land, where we are pleased to meet you. Come to our Canada, join us, we greet you.
All the worlds peoples, are our national heritage, join in our celebration, of joy, for this work. A nation so strong, all nations we share, in a land of strong dreams, for a united world where we care. Care for the diversity, care for the dreams, care for all colors of peoples it seems. The world belongs here, high in the north, where the cold wind whips furiously and the snow piles on the porch. Come from the equator, from 40 degrees, you’ll freeze in the melting pot of minus celcius degrees.
Our flag is raised high, it’s joy for this nation. 150 years of unity is the celebration. Happy birthday to Canada, multicultural you, an awesome inspiration of nationalism too. It’s time for a party, it’s time to make peace, it time to end war and to declare it to cease. Join in the praises, join in the song, one day of celebration, to last the whole year long. We are a young nation, carved from the great land. A daring adventure for our forefathers back then.
Lucky are we, to be the children of great futuristic thinkers, who prepared for this nation. Mighty and free, patriotic are we. This is our county, we love it dearly.
The spring magic is bursting, it’s flames fill the air, heady with perfume, the fragrance is everywhere. Colours of rainbows, the infraction of light, darting licks of sprouting things, the springtime comes to life. Brilliance of beauty, the delight of newborn lives, nesting calls of symphony, the choir of our lives. Behold the wondrous species, they all have missions here, to fill our world with Earthly praise, to a planet we hold most dear. The budding trees are blooming now, the bees are hard at work, for pollen, nectar and honey is the plan of natures work. A stork will bring the babies, a notion so absurd, the animal chain of learning pain, brings babies from the woods. It’s nests and eggs that hatch the young, it’s thickets, where they lay. That overrated stork lost out, to the trees and forest at play.
Lovely splendor, lovely birth, the drama of the fall, has an outcome so desirable, it’s babies after all. Little adorable ones, needing so much attention. Stop! Don’t miss that chance, to capture them on camera. The wildlife are beaming, they know now what to do. Stand by the roadside in the Parks and wave at the calamity of you know who.
An adventure for this praiseworthy day, a photo or several, or two, of babies coming to join us, in this hinterland of guess who. Nature may be difficult, it’s predator and prey, but come into the world of babies, and it protection and play. Lovely little ones, so cute and soft and adored, we all become their mothers, just to nurture a world to be explored. They’re fabulous and new, they shriek at us, coo coo! We all come a running with baby food. The spring and the parenting, the planning for next year. Raise those babies wisely, they represent the herd! No dowdy ones, no unmatched socks, put on your sleek new coat. You are a representative of a genetic stock to rival any goat. Survival of the fittest is the game all parents play. When babies are born and pride is given to a new cast of characters today.
The love and devotion of springtime happiness, is turned to a summer of responsible parenting togetherness. Chattering with pride, they show off their newborn delight. Just look at little elk calf there, he’s blossoming with intellectual might.
The fish eggs are hatching, the frogs sing with all their might. A lovely day on planet Earth, fills their little lungs with a chorus of pond song, after dinner, choir serenade delight.
The sounds of the season are love and loving sounds, as the great gifted planet, spins it’s eternity of marvel all around. All creation, all for good, a special aptitude, the great gifted planet, spins it all just for you. Just for you, oh little one, just for you to share, the fabulous stretch of wisdom, greets you everywhere. This gifted, great planet, in it’s protected, universal space, is a wealth of brilliant life form abundance, for everyone, even the human race. Welcome and acceptance, treat it all with care, for this great, ingenious planet, can concoct new species, if it’s dared. The life forms are brilliant, it’s beauty and adored, the planet exudes it’s wealth of creation for all of us to explore.
Rise and shine, it’s springtime, so go out and greet the day. For all of us, are from planetary dust, just go out and play.
With thanks, we give praises to this special day. To the finest, the most wonderful, the dreamiest and the most courageous. Thanks to all of you, you special mothers. This is the day to celebrate you. Beautiful you. Oh wonderful you.
The patches on my jeans, the warm woolly sweater, the cozy knit blanket, the floral arrangement and the pie. I just love pie! Fresh berries from the garden, homemade jam and apple pie, cookies in the cookie jar, and roast beef in the oven. The smells of home and cooking, perfume is in the air. We always know where mother is, her hand is everywhere.
Shops full of shopping, restaurants galore, our home and closets, rival those, with skills we all adore. Homemade ornaments for the Christmas tree, new recipes to try. Our budget is the windfall of dollars set aside. The beauticians all know us, we frequent their abode, to cut and curl and streak our hair, for parties, gatherings and potlucks for the road. Glamour is our style, we wear the trendiest designs. Our look is always current, from our latest shopping spree. We look so bedazzling, we rival the Christmas tree.
Polished nails and body wraps, massage and yoga tights. Our bodies are our temples, fit, sleek and just right. No attitude of worry, fret or fear to linger. We always are most charming, with smiles, hugs and cheer. Be proud of us, we are mighty, the hand that rocks the cradle. Great gifts to those we love, are given, as much as we are able. To raise a child is easy, just always look your best. A child is a delight to us, from heaven, the stork, or wherever babies come from. Just make them all some pie, serve them some desert, after all, you are their mother, you always know best.
Little einstein is a wonder child, after all, he comes from you. The family fortune just increased, with achievements, success and medals. Keeping spirits up and enthusiasm high, is just another moment. Sweet encouragement spills from your lips as easy as breathing a name.
The sun will shine, the birds will sing, the day will bring you flowers, for all of us have just one thing in common, we all have come from mothers. The day grows long, the life is dear, it’s poetry in motion. To watch or mothers make our beds and tuck us under the covers. Sweet dreams of childhood, blessings dear, those days in hug wrapped comfort. To be spoiled with love and kindness, is to have a mother.
Joy is the word, on this special day. For kindness, love and giving, is the way, mothers earn a living. Blessings are the children, they are always joy and pride. A family with good intentions, will stay together and survive. A mother is a beauty, she smiles and welcomes us home. This comforting place of human space, is the nurturing place called home.
Dreams of this day, this long, everlasting day. Dreams of adventure, of skills tested wisely, of companionship and social life, of friends and togetherness. Plan for this day, it’s fleeting window of opportunity. Plan for each moment, for this day, as all days, are special ones.
Rise early, the sun shines already, calling you to awake from slumber. Cast off your sleepy head and don your wakefulness, for the sun shines, the birds sing and your adventure is about to begin. You’ll test your skills with the companionship of friends, in games of athletic competition. You’ll read your novels, knit your sweaters, stroll through countysides, swim in pools. You’ll choose your aptitude and share with those special people who’s company you enjoy. This is your own, everlasting day. A day that heals wounds, that relieves suffering, that smiles and hugs and keeps you warm. This is the day to relax, to enjoy, to dwell longer, to live better, to laugh and to learn, to love and to chatter. This is that special, endless day. A day of exchange, to try recipes, to learn new skills together and to try one of your favourite things. This is your planned adventure, to last the whole day long. To sing and be happy, to love the life your given. This day won’t really end, it just gets longer. Longer into the evening, with food to share and stories to tell, that strengthen the bonds between us. Take the time to plan the adventure of this day, to share stories and plan gatherings, sharing your dinner and safely, exchanging knowledge. What you’ve learned, what you’ve seen, what you’ve accomplished with this day.
To stroll in the forest, climb a new peak, share your dinner together, wind up at someone’s place. To get to know each other more thoroughly, to spend the time, to escape into togetherness, into freedom and relaxation. These special days are forever, when time passes so slowly, when spirits soar and encouragement cheers you on. These are friendship days of constant companionship, constant togetherness, constant affirmation of your life. These special days are as often as possible, not holidays, but days of rest.
Fill your life with special days, to warm your heart, fill your world friendship and to live with joy.
Brilliant and daring, your lives come to me. I am your world, come, look and see. The wonders of nature, the wonders of space, come all you humans, look at my face.
I’m here in the clouds, fleeting across the sky, I’m here in the waters, the plants, the rocks, the life forms. Come to me, oh lovely ones, come to my world. To an adventure with purpose, exciting and thrilling. This great fabulous place, is a playground in space. Stretch your arms, stretch your legs, stretch your minds and your bodies, fill your space. The universe is immense, it’s so grand and enticing. Star gaze with wonder at brilliant outer space.
You live in a tiny, dream filled world, where planetary delight unfolds before you. You live in that luscious, luxurious space, a planet so intriguing, it’s filled with boundless energy and creativity. Joy of living, in the songs of birds, joy of living in the beauty of flowers, joy of living in this precious place. A planet, tiny and remote, in great outer space. Come, oh curious ones, come with me, come into my garden and look for me. A tiny bug, a bursting plant, a smile on the face of a welcoming person. Come to the garden of earthly delights, rest, relax and marvel at the wondrous sight. I made all of this for you to explore. Come out and play and adventure some more. When you learn about my world, you look for me, I am this world, I’m everything you see.
The day turns to night, darkness descends, the brilliant night life is looming above. Stars and clusters, moons and galaxies, the endless wonder of the universe reaches out to you. Day becomes night and the world is new. Adventure never ceases, it always calls you. Navigate with the stars, find your constellation, let the dreamy world of the heavens incite your imagination. Books and knowledge, wisdom and learning, a world of never ending fascination, greets your searching. Curiosity is key, it propels your mind, search and keep searching, seek and maybe find. The joy of discovery of worlds new to you, of spacemen and aliens, of galaxies and stars. The world of fascination, of spellbinding interest, of unusual, of challenging, of differences of things. When the world becomes casual, humdrum and boring, look to the heavens for a world worth exploring. Put on your space suites, your helmets and air tanks, hop into your rockets and fasten your seat belts. The search is on, for a world filled with wonder. Fabulous, marvelous, brilliant for you. Now, you’ve found me and I know you.
In this wondrous world of the universe, I am the greatest gift. Rocks and particles, dust and gases, floating, roaming, different things. Planetary dust and star dust, I am the Creator, I make all things. Inspired by vastness, I stretch and expand. I’m getting bigger and bigger, find me if you can. Way out here in the galaxy, my mission is clear. Otherworldy delights, for me and all of you. Let there be light and a star is born, create a galaxy where other Earths will form. Plenty of time, I have nothing to do, but spend my time in eternity, creating life and brilliant worlds, for me and maybe for you.
The Earth is older, her wonders, so many. A vast and brilliant planet of creation superb. Oh happy life, to be so fortunate as to spend it’s existence on this great planet.
There are other galaxies in this great universe. The Earth is tucked over there, in a safe place, in the galactic suburbs of outer space. Fewer comets to strike it, fewer meteors to damage it, the Earth is a darling of creative delight. I made this world. It is truly divine. I made it for me and it truly shines. That rock of life, that life giving haven, that fabulous planet, great planet Earth. This is where I reside, on this great planet. Oh happy life, of creative energy, of imagination, of splendor and wealth. This is my planet, it belongs to me. This is my place, my refuge, my home. Come, look and see, the creative life that I give to you, so that you can see me.
I am here, this is my home. Come and share it with me.
The Universe 501 – 7 Wonders of The Solar System
I am the God of the Heavens and the Earth. The all Creator God, who makes all things. I see you. Look at this fabulous wonder and you will see me. I touch you with winds of breath, suns of warmth and chill of frost, so that you can feel me. I touch you with plants, furry animals, rock and soil, feathers and water and all of life. I touch you constantly, you can feel me. Come and listen to my beckoning world. The marvels of the human race are created by me. I am your mind, your body, your aptitudes, your world. Who can deny that I am here. Look around yourselves, I am everywhere.
I can’t possibly abandon this wonderful place, but look to the heavens, I’m in outer space. I am the God of the truly divine, I created this world, you live in mine. The heavens and the Earth belong to me. I am the God of your destiny. All powerful, all forceful, omnipotent me, I am the One who you always see.
Come into my garden, my earthly delight. You have already found me. I am the Light.