In with a Song, Out with a Measure of Silence

This day in early March sings in a gust of wind it brings the season’s change life I’ve known rearranged one day warm the next cold nature’s changing moods to behold when each day when I’m awake nature’s tempestuous moods to partake. Talk of the weather brings smiles and frowns what goes up also goes down and as we face our days of strife the next day brings cloud in the sky. My friend, beware of March’s ides a time when emperors live and die