
What is it about a winter sky?
That makes ones soul truly come alive?
When pink turns to orange with a silver glow
That makes the heart yearn to grow
Gray dawns sprinkle gold
While cool sunsets draw memories of old
What is it about a winter sky?
That makes me believe that I can fly?
Stars glitter with hidden secrets
Gathered early in the year with our spirits
Icy blues and even colder hues
Bringing light to those who knew
That winter skies are treasures to share
Gems of life to us who dare
What is it about a winter sky?
That let’s one know they’ll never die?
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