He Who Forges With Care

The forge is quiet, the embers glow, A steady rhythm in the world he knows. The clang of tools, the sparks that fly, In his empty forge, time drifts by. But a sudden flutter breaks the air, An owl with a message, perched with care. It speaks of warmth, of friends and cheer, A call to join, a bond sincere. I craft with care, I forge with pride, Building pieces that stand the tide. No words are needed when metal sings, Through my hands, I give love wings. He shapes the steel with steady grace, A gift to honor this special place. Each strike of the hammer, each measured line, A quiet promise in every sign. The gift takes shape, a labor of love, A token to bring to those he’s thinking of. Through snow and frost, the path is long, Yet in his heart, he hums a song. The gift he carries is strong and true, But his presence holds a meaning new. “Perhaps my friends don’t need what I’ve made, Perhaps it’s enough just to stand in their shade.” A soft wind stirs through the winter night, A voice unheard, a guiding light. It whispers clear, “You’ve always belonged, Stand by their side, where hearts grow strong.” The stars above seem to light his way, With every step, doubts melt away. I craft with care, I forge with pride, But hearts are built when paths collide. No words are needed when love takes flight, Through shared moments, we find our light. As the forge fades behind, the farm draws near, Laughter and voices, a sound so clear. With a gift in hand and a heart so full, Baltic steps, where the fire burns cool.