Be quiet, shhh, donít make a sound;
The earth is winter sleeping.
Youíll frighten timid pansies that
Above the snow are peeping.
The squirrels, tiptoeing all around,
Are searching here and there.
They hid some nuts last autumn
But canít remember where.
Some bears and bats and skunks and snakes
Hide out in hibernation.
With bitter cold, that seems to be
An excellent vacation.
Wee mice and moles beneath the ground
Are burrowed in their beds
With snow and icy covers as
Their ornamental spreads.
When God Creator will decree
Sweet springtime to arrive,
Thereíll be no need of shushing then;
The world will come alive.
The songbirds that in colder climes
Sing muted melodies
Will greet sunís dawning golden rays
With glorious symphonies.
Soft snowflakes lightly touching down
On frozen bleak terrains
Will be replaced by thunderís roar
And Aprilís pounding rains.
The creek just now is frozen that
Meanders through the glen,
But with the sunís warm thawing, it
Will rush and roar again.
Thereíll be no need for silencing
Earthís joyful sounds of spring,
Replacing winterís quietness
With natureís caroling.
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