I will not let the world turn me cold
I will not let the chilly winter storm ruin my warm playful spring

I refuse to give in to your thunderstorms and lightning
I refuse to let you convince me

I will walk another path
I will wade in a pond of beauty
Of everything that life has to offer
Because she is glorious and full
She smiles back at me with old crinkled eyes and robust laughter

Life gives and gives and gives
and for the first time, I am willing to receive