You’ve a quirky sense of humor
To shuffle things this way;
New leaves budding feel the summer,
Then winter comes to play.
And in life I’ve seen that humor,
When things just go my way,
Then problems suddenly pile on
To cloak joy in dismay.
I’ll try to learn from winter’s buds
“What comes, will go away”
And wait patiently for summer,
Shivering while I pray!
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