Now wintertime has come and water's cold
The sun is disappearing and the thin-
Est layer of ice is starting to be bold
And thickens as the night starts to begin.
The stars they sparkle high up in the sky,
And any warmth left in the world is gone
The brazen crystals grow before my eye,
They'll soon be thick enough to walk upon.
Like mirrored burning, lightening over glass,
The particles of ice they join and change
There's nothing in the world we can surpass
No natural thing improve or rearrange.
So, though the winter shows its coldest face
Somehow the world stays in a state of grace.
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