It is the time of year that harsh winds blow. The snowflakes fall, glisten, and cast a soft glow. The temperatures begins to plunge, Altering falls beauty in order to expunge, What was the joy and glory of yesterday. Before long it will be time to get out the sleigh. Come Mr Winter show us your violent force. Is chaos the result of your firm course? The fierceness of your howling wind, May frightened ordinary mankind. All but a gentle man who stretched out his hand. You settled down at his command. Then you give way to lovely spring, When flowers bloom and birds sing . The world will once again become chaotic. Actions and behavior will seem symbiotic. I will always trust my Jesus, my Lord. To protect me from the thundering horde. Instead I will concentrate on the changing seasons. When God in His wonderment will show us the reason. The beauty of His Love in the warmth of the sun To give us courage in His only Son © Carol G Oliver Midi Playing: "After the Storm" © Bruce DeBoer An Original Composition Original Photo of Golden Valley, AZ Sky © Cassi Navarro All Rights Reserved Set by Designer Lady from the Members Collection