SOME MORE
OF
GRANDMA'S THOUGHTS
with its uncertain sounds
It strips away our warmth and joy
then flings our petals on the ground.
We may be tempted to give up
to fold beneath life's storms
We may e'en be tempted to forsake
the hope which keeps us warm.
But we must learn to stand up tall
to always face the sun
And to patiently await the day
when winter's work is done.
Then winter's winds will cease to howl
and the snows will melt away.
Then we shall once again see
the beauty of another summer's day.
For thus we will have renewed our strength
when summer's wind first blows;
For on its breath will once again be
the promise of a lovely rose.
