- ROK
- Dec 1, 2024
Plain and decorated wreaths are available as of now.
In days of yore, when time was slow,
From ancient roots, the wreath did grow,
A circle formed, in green entwined,
With whispers of the past, it shined.
From sixteen hundred's tender grace,
To Victorian halls, it found its place,
With Prince Albert’s charm, it came to be,
A symbol of love, for all to see.
As winter's chill wrapped round the land,
The wreath was crafted by gentle hands,
A promise of spring, in colors bold,
A story of warmth, in green and gold.
Each leaf a memory, each berry a prayer,
To friends and family, we showed we care,
Hung on the door, a welcoming sign,
That soon the sun would brightly shine.
In every twist, a cycle spun,
Of seasons turning, the year undone,
Though winter’s breath may linger long,
Hope blooms anew, in nature’s song.
So let us weave, with heart and hand,
A wreath of love, a timeless strand,
For in its circle, we find our way,
Through coldest nights to warmest day.
