• The wind blows free,
    Despair I see,
    Those with fear, are without glee.
    Others do their shopping,
    Without frowns,
    Or tears,
    And the nicest people,
    Finish with cheers.
    The children play,
    In the winter weather,
    And all the snow is as light as a feather.
    The wind blows around,
    Crying,
    With its joys,
    As the little children awake,
    With presents and toys.♥