Beaming smiles We see the sun The clouds roll in We feel glum Don't let the sun fool you It's frosty and cold When we least expect it Winds and warmth unfold Cotton candy clouds Unfurl in the sky Other times gray Steals our high Tis this Season we're in Not much we can do Oh Mother of Winter What shall we do with you
Written by: S. Matheson 1/10/1006 |