I just wrote this poem in this last week.

The leaves are white
With frost so cold.
Which have blanketed plants
Since times of old.

From sparkling white
The poor plants alter.
They wither and brown
And some wholly falter.

The trees they soon blacken
How sad they appear!
But some will revive,
If the cold was not too severe.

The cold stays so long…
Will it ever leave?
Will the sweet warm winds of spring
These tortured plants relieve?

Or will they hold back
And these lands forsake?
Will the cold return
Leaving more chaos in its wake?

There comes a sweet day
As a breath of warm air
Sweeps up the valley
And the moutainside so fair.

Dark clouds, they come with it,
And with the clouds rain.
It fills up the rivers
And pours down the lane.

It rains more for days
Then it slowly abates.
After the showers
Warm weather awaits.

Jinally it has come
Spring is now here!
The cold is now gone
There’s no more frost to fear!

The plant, they now blossom
Their green leaves burst free.
The air is alive
With the bird and the bee.

Now where before lay
The withered brown plants,
Instead is green leaves
Through which the sun shines in slants.
This cycle will repeat
Until the end of the world.
Each year we see God’s majesty
And handiwork unfurled.

Rebekah ~ The Lord’s Daughter