I never doubted when the snows were deep
   That underneath them the violets lay asleep.
I never questioned when the winds were cold
   That maple leaves were waiting to unfold.
And shall I now at touch of sorrow's hand
   Grow panic-stricken, fail to understand?

I walked a dreary path of life in sleet,
   Yet looked ahead to grasses for my feet.
I faced a silence when the woods were dumb
   And always knew in time the birds would come.
Will God let my winter be too long
   Who fills His world with sun, land, bloom and song.
        -  Author unknown