The winter wind may chill the soul,
And clouds may veil the sun’s bright role,
Yet constant as the morning tide,
A steady hand walks by your side.
Though distance keeps the form from view,
A spirit keeps its watch for you;
No heart is bound to stand alone,
While kindness is a seed still sown.
Mar 4
Mar 4, 2026 at 5:52 PM UTC
The winter wind may chill the soul,
And clouds may veil the sun’s bright role,
Yet constant as the morning tide,
A steady hand walks by your side.
Though distance keeps the form from view,
A spirit keeps its watch for you;
No heart is bound to stand alone,
While kindness is a seed still sown.
