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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Even in our winter season the soul of the coming year bursts through hard thick frost, Even in high piles of purest white snow, buds grow for our future of the next summer, Blow flowers stir and seeds my mind with flowers of the rarest beauty of our nature, It is a miracle of this world a characteristic of not understanding natures jigsaws. Every leaf every little flower and grain will enrich the earth to sustain its many needs, It would take too long to enumerate all the flowers, buds the insects in each new year, A Christmas rose expands its white chalice undaunted by the sharpest of crystal frosts, It blooms amid overwhelming wreaths of snow and the hardest ground but it never fails. In the valleys of high mountains the ground is covered with these hardy beautiful flowers, January has a dear old favorite and my old friend the snowdrop a delicate mighty force, White aconites, the white leaved colts foot flower grow in the milder months of our winter, In the woods and hedges insects begin to recommence active life under barks of old trees. Every advancing day presents us with a fresh and cheering symptom of a clean new spring, Hedge sparrows and the thrush begin to sing, wren pipes lay, we see a golden crested wren, Blackbirds whistle and linnets gather and little lambs appear in cold snow covered fields, The house sparrow, a bold courageous bird, renews his brisk chirping a challenge to cold. So when we look through white frosted panes of spun glass and look across winter countryside, When we moan we are bored but it is too cold to take a walk or play in the clear open air, When we come home from working and complain that their feet are wet, cold and badly wrinkled, Nature is busy getting her armies together to make meadows wonderful and glades beautiful. There is no season without a witness of a higher greatness which I cannot understand, In the cold iron depth of winter nurtures the whole vegetation of our future summer, Like germs of faith and hope in the heart of man that cannot and must not ever fail, Little buds grow on a bough, corn peeks from frozen earth, nature has moved a mountain.
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