In the middle of the winter I am thinking of the Spring
Of butterflies and of flowers and of all beautiful things
The mind, it is so wonderful and yet it can be
A promoter of sweetness or of melancholy
When thinking of the winter and the chill of the day
It's easy to consider it to be something so gray
But when pondering the snowflakes that fall to the ground
I realize such beauty is because winter's around.
So I can opt to be happy or I can opt to be sad
I even get to handle the good with the bad
Working to balance whatever comes my way
Is a task and a challenge for me every day.