Poem
If If the sun were always shining And the skies were always blue, And the flowers always blooming And the trees a bright green hue; If the mourn were always cheerful And the nights were all clear and bright, And the birds were always singing Never needing to take flight; We would soon grow tired and weary And oft complain and sigh, For we'd miss the lovely rainbow That God put in the sky. Yes, we'd miss the rain and shadow And fleecy clouds of white, We'd miss the stars and moonlight And winters chilling bite. Then we'd never know the rapture Of the first snow of the year, Nor the shout of happy youngsters Yelling," Whoopee! winters here." If we could have all our wishes Come true at our command, Soon we'd want to change things back To the way that God has planned. -- Mrs. Ross Jamison--
