Winter.
When the brook flows with clean, fresh water and the birds come out to play
When the sun and clouds make for a grand end to the day
When the promise stretches out across the sky as a bow of remembrance
When the raindrops glisten in the light, making up their own dance
When the wildflowers bloom and blossom and the grass shows itself green
Everywhere around you, a piece of God's handiwork can be seen
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