Listen to the winter wind
As it blows through the trees
Bare branches sketch bleak
Skeletons against the sky
Longer, pause and listen
To the wind through the trees
Hear the muted words
Whispered on a sigh

Beyond the range of hearing
Speaks the wind in the trees
Hopes the promise raise
The passing of winter nigh

Never that promise broken
By the wind through the trees
Again shall be filled
And the spring will come by