The wind it shuttles through the trees
The rain that clings begins to freeze
The icy branches bend with ease.
Reach out, reach out and take my hand
To guide you through God’s wonderland
Where beauty shows superb and grand.
Seems all of life’s encased in glass,
Encrusted ice that can not last
And scatters with each windy blast.
You view the fairy castles there
They tremble in the sunlight’s glare
For soon, too soon all will be bare !
Claire V. Bogdanos 