There's quite a variation in the human strengths -
So many fine abilities inside us.
And yet most talented of beings are, nonetheless,
The ones who can excel in art of kindness.

When trying hardest
To seem smart, you risk the most
To be quite silly.

You see the world from one side, I - from other.
Your perfect six will always be my nine.
Perhaps we'll try to solve life's utter puzzle
If our visions we can now combine.

Do not scold winter for the many frosty days.
Inspiration guides her swift decisions.
For, she needs canvases of frozen ponds and lakes
To realize all her icy compositions.

If you've discerned life's subtle sense of humor,
Then you undoubtedly have figured something right.
Some stories, so creative, worth reviewing,
Are like a little tickle for a dozing mind.

Time is not money;
It's senses and feelings and learning.
Time is not money;
It's night stars and bright dawn of morning.
Time is not money;
It's memories, custom-created.
Time is not money;
It's special dates well celebrated.
Time is not money,
It's snowflakes, Spring breeze, and blue water.
Time is not money;
It's smiles and sips of hot cocoa.
Time is not money;
It's hand-locks, an embrace, a whisper.
Time is not money;
It's chances to speak and to listen.
Time is not money;
It's worries, relief, and excitement.
Time is not money;
It's moments with laughter highlighted.
Time is not money;
It's some ups and some downs repeated.
Time is not money;
It's more goals and more work, as needed.
Time is not money.
It's life that draws in and entices.
Time is not money,
For it is essentially priceless.

Young March, although a messenger of Spring,
Gifts Winter with the lovely beads of snow,
For it is time of handshake between seasons.

And while the Northern winds are still in swing,
The days already have begun to grow,
And weather's creativity increases.