Whirling, swirling, all around, here comes the winter snow;
January's bitterness will chill our weary bones.
Despite the heartless ice and frost that makes us all feel sick,
A cozy fire or cup of tea will fix us in a lick.
Thank God, for the ground hog who gives us happy news,
Spring is just around the bend to end our winter blues.
So when the snow storms come and all is covered white,
Cheer up, because it won't belong, we'll see the goose in flight.
To catch the smell of boiling sap drifting through the air,
Makes winter seem shorter to us that really care;
Or spot the first arrival of a robin in the snow ,
Tells us Mother Nature's really not that slow.
Like a huge revolving door spinning round and round,
Seasons change continuously with their ups and downs.
We shouldn't wish our lives away like we seem to do,
For next year is on it's way with more winter blues.
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