Green کے بول

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