The ground is frozen, lonely, and the sky
is dull and gray; the birds no longer sing
their songs or chirp, I seldom see them fly
past anymore; the holiday sounds ring

And the songs play as music fills the room
But I look out the window and see the
land; it's depressing and filled with much gloom-     
A blanket of white covers the still tundra

But come soon it shall melt away; the sun
will shine once again and the flowers will
bloom as it was once before; children run
and play as the sun shines bright and stays still

In the sky until the depressing cold
returns again, for the warmth will not hold