The wind is chill, the fire’s gone cold
The nights are long, the world’s grown old
The forest’s dark, there is no sound
How do God’s creatures get around ?
The wolf, the owl, the chipmunk too
All feel the cold just like we do
How can we save our wildlife friends
Until this season finally ends ?
We have about five weeks or more
Before the spring walks through the door
Let’s pray we all will have good luck
And the warm weather gets unstuck !
What kind of day will it be today
I can hear the world at work and play
As noise of construction fills the air
Sirens are blaring fron who knows where.
The buses are rushing, hear the sound
While busy jitneys circle around
I hear the echo of running feet
Clattering rapidly down the street.
Well I guess the day has had its start
And the early rush will soon depart
How I pray each day as I awake
There’s some small improvement I can make !
The willow weeps the nightshades fall
The evening breezes softly call
From faraway a bird takes flight
And flies aloft into the night !
My heart is full it overflows
My eyes tear up the sadness grows,
I wish I knew which path to tred
My errant star glows overhead !
But who am I to make complaint
My soul is lost and lacks restraint
What e’er I do will be okay
For God alone does guide my way !
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Claire V. Bogdanos 