sexta-feira, fevereiro 20, 2004

February 20

SONG OF THE SEASONS
POETS write of Springtime beauty,
Others sing of moon and June,
Some will tell of Autumn glory
And how Winter comes too soon.

Every season brings us magic,
Wonder in the light and shade,
nature gives us endless bounty,
Memories that cannot fade.

Sing a song of every season,
See the gladness all around,
Even in the darkest Winter
Still there's beauty to be found.

Moon and stars and clouds above us,
Sunlit day or frosty night,
Through the months the earth creating
Endless wonder and delight.

Iris Hesselden