On fine days, life is a miracle <br />And the world is a wondrous place. <br />Roses bloom and songs are lyrical <br />And days are bright and filled with grace. <br /> <br />Cold winter comes and days go stark. <br />Winds whip cruel and we don't know why? <br />Bright roses fade and songs turn dark <br />And hope is lost when children die. <br /> <br />Then we know true depths of sorrow <br />And we feel mischance was wrong; <br />But we may have new hope tomorrow <br />If we sing a worthwhile song: <br /> <br />With love, best works we freely give <br />From our souls, where our children live.<br /><br />Sarah L. Johnsen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/song-of-winter/
