Orbital

Winter's a depressing time for us
The light is rarer than we wish it were
And though we wish we were oblivious
We can't help notice that we might prefer
A little warmth, instead of all this cold,
And cheer instead of dark and dreary days.
But there's a bright side; winter will grow old
And turn in time into a spring, which lays
Its greenery in tribute at our feet,
And in the sunshine calls us out to play
With friends perambulating in the street
Beneath the trees which canopy the way.
So struggle through the winter, but survive
So spring can make you glad to be alive.