Blue skies and powdery snow,
My children smile as the wind blows.
Get outside, enjoy the sun,
Be free, my boys, find your fun.
Smell the trees, touch the sky,
Take time to dream and learn to fly.
Just now our steps are small,
Gingerly we tread, for fear we may fall.
But hope is our mantra and change is our friend,
This road that we follow, we’re travelling a bend.
Each day’s an adventure, something new to behold,
Our hearts brim with excitement, in spite of the cold.
I can’t help but wonder what tomorrow will bring,
When the grass turns green and we experience the Spring.
