Upon this winter's night i give to thee so full and bright a moon made just for you to soothe your soul and set your spirit free to bring the still and silent into view With springtime close and yet so far away from winter's book of white we turn the page the leaves of green will come again someday then fires of light as shades of Autumn rage Of all the things in life we call our own and all the things we have that set us free the etchings of our lives we carve in stone are drawn from deep inside for whom to see? To realize the slightest blessings there then cherish each with tender loving care. RES