Green

When winter's gray is on the sky

Rust upon the leaves that lie

Red on the last few berries clinging

Brown on the branch where the bitter wind's singing

Even when white obscures the scene

Still, in winter, there is green

Waving defiant pine tree boughs

Cedar needles, stubborn and proud

Hiding inside the seeds of summer

And deep in the root where it sleeps undercover

Patiently waiting there unseen

In the winter, there is green

Death may raise its voice today

O but life will have its say

Speaking in lovers and in children

In poets pens and philosopher's visions

Life is a planet's daring dream

Earth's devotion, spoken in green

So keep it in your winter store

Hang its garland 'round the door

Grant to your heart its hopeful promise

Fashion a wreath for its blessing upon us

Winter brings browns and grays indeed

But when it comes, remember green