Winter has it's beauty, with icicles and snow,

With sleeping trees awaiting, to wake again you know.

But soon to come my dears, if you'd notice up and down,

The shoots and buds a-poking, their heads out all around.

This miracle occurs, just once a year on earth,

When natures dormant seeds, provide us with new birth.

Soon multi colored sunsets, will stream across the skies,

And pretty colored flowers, pleasuring our eyes.

My love of life is spread, on mostly everything,

But especially I love, the rebirth of new Spring.