The
ground is dusted white with snow
Reminding us of what we know –
That winter’s here (or just about),
The snow removing any doubt.
Reminding us of what we know –
That winter’s here (or just about),
The snow removing any doubt.
The
temperature may rise or dip
But we’ll remain in winter’s grip
Until beneath the frozen mud,
The crocuses burst forth and bud.
But we’ll remain in winter’s grip
Until beneath the frozen mud,
The crocuses burst forth and bud.
We
cannot battle Nature’s plan
So we should all do what we can
To take the next three months in stride
And when it’s brutal, stay inside.
So we should all do what we can
To take the next three months in stride
And when it’s brutal, stay inside.
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