Winter
The cold winds of winter play tunes with the trees
Though now they sound different when striped of their leaves.
Our warm days have gone and for spring we must wait,
And all who are in love pray it won't be too late.
The snow has piled high on the rooftops of town,
As small birds huddle in the bushes they’ve found.
Everywhere are snowmen standing as guards,
While children throw snowballs from forts in their yards.
Winter’s cold days are dreary and often cruel,
But their hardships are used by God as a tool.
His reasons for seasons fit his grand plan,
To strengthen the souls of both woman and man.
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