The winter winds came blowing in
From out of the northern sky.
The snow whirled and piled up,
Upon the ground so high.
The storm it raged on in the night.
But when the morning dawned so fair,
It brought a beauty to behold,
That nothing could compare.
Sometimes nature at her worst
Brings on her very best.
And we can only see this
After we have stood the test.
Lu Dube
used with permission
morningbird@neo.rr.com
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