The wind came roaring o’er the hill
And down the other side,
While bending trees bereft of leaves
And gave them quite a ride.
The roar was so extremely loud
Just like unearthly moans.
The cold was piercing like a sword.
It chilled your very bones.
White snow came biting at your face
And stung your cold bare hands.
It soon became so hard to see,
Not much like fairylands.
It seemed like only yesterday,
The trees were mauve and gold
And leaves were gently falling down,
The days were getting cold.
Some leaves just landed on the ground
And gathered on the grass,
While others held on to the end.
Each one tried hard to last.
Some leaves fell in the nearby brook
And sailed away downstream.
The current took them quite a ways
They all fulfilled a dream.
Some bobbed and weaved in waters rough,
Some sailed on even keel.
A few got shipwrecked on the banks,
Some hit the water wheel.
Those days are gone away I’m sure
For winter’s claimed the land.
’Til spring shows up again next year
The skies are gray and bland.
But, now the wind is dying down
And peace is in the air.
For where the snow and ice hit hard
There is a softness there.
Large flakes are falling from the sky
And slowly sail around.
The trees are covered all in white,
A blanket on the ground.
The snow will last a little while
Then slowly disappear.
Until we see the next snowfall
I’m sure we’ll all be here.