The summer's gone, but don't despair.
For, spring will soon be in the air.
Winters is a daunting test,
But,it's Nature's way of getting rest
So come sit here, in the heat,
And, loose the cramps from your poor feet
We'll watch the pretty flakes come down
And spread Nature's blanket on the ground.
And Robins' songs, and April's rain
Will wake our Mother, once again
