As the wise wind begins to whisper,
Tall tree tops start to storm.
They welcome the free falling snow
With loving mother’s arms.
Rough roads remain restful
As they are warmed,
Snug in a blanket of snow.
The whole world wonders,
When the day will come.
Darkness cradles the desolate night,
But out of imminent warmth, winds bring life.
But for now the bitter cold bites
And the wind still whispers.