I noticed, in the still morning,
The song birds have all gone.
The clouds hang thick with icy mist
And skirt the silent dawn.
The season of the dark begins,
The day slips quickly by,
And though it hasn’t gone quite yet
The warmth will leave the sky.
Yet still there is a glory in
Even the winter’s cold,
For your creation, any time,
Is a wonder to behold.
It was you who set all the boundaries of the earth; you made both summer and winter.
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