Donald P. Goodman III
An endless winter covers all the eye can see, and smothers all creation in the cold and black of ending every growing thing, from leaf of tree to frozen creeping things surrend'ring to the lack of needed light and warmth; and all that's green has died or slumbers, hoping better times will soon arise to give them cause to sprout again, fate ever tied to ending the eternal cold and dark of lies. Then in the darkness shine four candles; warmth and light shed round; in hope of coming spring creation sighs. A child is coming! Making all things new and right, a sun to fill the world with warmth and make it bright!