The Snow Will Melt

A budding tree in meadow rests On a twisted branch capped with snow A little bird with a red breast Fluffed up and putting on a show. He survived thru the winter’s night While sheltered neath a window shrub He waited for the warmth of light To look for seeds, perhaps a grub. Do we not shelter in our home To keep us safe from harm outside We must not be afraid to roam Get up, go out, we must not hide. The snow will melt, the tree will bloom The sun will rise, blot out the gloom.