When Winter Comes Around


Where do they go I miss them so

When winter comes around

The singing birds and butterfliesmonarch-butterfly-migration

Soft snow is on the ground

They won’t be home till Spring returns

Their lives depend upon

The warm sun’s rays and summer days

When the last snowflake is gone

Oh how I miss those creatures

They fill the days with song

They will return, I will just wait

Till Springtime comes along

 I look out of my window

 Winds howling, blowing snows-l300

The fleeing birds they are so wise

The tender creatures know

 Shall I shiver, winds swirling round

Or shall I be as wise as they

Goodbye strong winds, cold snowy days

Wait for me, I’m on my way!




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