The snow on the hilltop
Never forgets
The kindness of strangers
And chronic regrets
It welcomed the sheer
With a howl and a half
For the spring to appear
Flowers learn how to laugh
And they pass
In a fashion
Of icicle dew
It has happened to me
It can happen to you
So think back
On the tidings
Of spring on its way
And keep hold on the warmth
That a mood can betray