'Tis winter here, and the trees are bare and stark,
Folks hurry home, ere comes the early dark,
The leaves have fallen to cover the flowers
That will come again with the April showers.
They hurry home to rest and enjoy the fire's glow,
For the skies are grey, and soon will come the snow
That will cover each bug and plant, like a warm hood,
And so, what makes one siver is for another's good.
So we must learn to live, and with life be content
To use each day so we can count if well spent,
For it was only loaned us, not to fritter away,
But gladden each other, while here we like to stay.
These are copyright 1996 and reprinted with permission.