The winter sings

It is the way of all things
That the cycle flows
From urgent growth to rest and to repose
It is the way of all things
That the sap that lifts
The leaves into the light will see them fly

Although the Spring's in sight
And lifts your tired heart to flight
The moment comes, you might
Want to listen…

For the Winter sings a diff'rent song
When light takes on new meaning
And the Winter sings a diff'rent song
Of a small child and beginnings

It is the way of all men
To make activity
The goal of every waking moment
It is the way of all men
To look inside
To find the answers only hearts can hide

Yet urgency won't show
The source of all you need to grow
And Summer light won't help you know
All the answers…

For the Winter sings…