Winter's Melody


Each season has its song, and the voice is always strong,
Whether it be birds, a brook, or rustling leaves,
Soft sunlight, crashing waves, or a dancing breeze.
There is one song that is whispered across the land,
When the ground is brushed with winter's hand.
The water is frozen and all is still,
There is one voice that echoes across the hill,
A giggling girl, a running boy,
Both shrieking out with the song of joy.
That is the best melody I hear,
Of fallen snow and a child's cheer.

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