The coldest, forceful wind may blow;
The sun may, sometimes, golden glow;
The rain may, often, showery show;
The sky may dust the land with snow.
When it blows my hat is tied;
In the heat, \'neath shade I hide;
I shy from rain until it\'s dried;
And as it snows, I stay inside.
I don\'t mind a raucous gale
Or the sunburn in the vale
Ans nor the damp as raindrops sail
I love the biting snowflake hail.
A gust may roar throughout the night
But by the day the sun may bright;
A storm may rage with all its might ~
The winter snowfall, purest white.
Come what may my senses see
All that nature gifts to me.
Fair or foul, wild and free,
That\'s the way it\'s meant to be.