Watched the dull gray sky one winter morning
Felt quivering in the crisp wind
Though the world seemed so quite asleep
Barely heard the crackling trees
Stripped trees stand sleeping in the cold
"Where's the sun?" I asked myself
Then suddenly I turned around
On the bare branches were about a hundred birds
Oh! I didn't hear their sound
Winter’s beauty still is pleasing
Great hope is what this season brings
Said the quiet lake and the silent stream
After winter soon will be the beauty of spring