Falling leaves
Growing shadows
Crisp winds
Frosty meadows
Skies of gray
Winter is near
Colors so warm
All disappear
The cold dreary darkness
A blanket of snow
But even in winter
One thing still grows
Springtime is coming
No need to fear
The cold and the darkness
Will soon disappear
Mountains of snow
Make it so hard to cope
But one thing still grows
That one thing is hope
