Hard Winer

On a cold frosty December morning snow has already visited the land so bare so dreary, With its mighty sword it has cut down dahlias and made us look after any tender plants, In the north sky the aurora borealis, flashed, a winter tale says it is a sign of cold, So once more we prepare for hoary frost and snows, a sharp slap from an evil east wind. Those who wrap up in warm cloaks, coats, and fine furs they will bare the bitter chill, For those fortunate people, a fire blazes in their homes, a table well spread are glad, But put you hand on your heart and tell, how many will miss these things in the winter, The many with the huge burden of suffering and freezing how they must yearn for spring. For those who can we must lend a hand to lighten distress that will certainly prevail, We must brace up our hearts, forget our own troubles to assist others when called upon, We must rouse all the slumbering humanity in our nature and collect warm coats not warn, How much better will they be on the backs and beds of our suffering in the cold winter.