We must accept each climate change
Adjust our lives and plan our days.
A gentle breeze can glorify
The hottest summer day
But if that breeze turns to a gale
All happiness can fade.
Gentle rain is such a blessing
Watering the lawns and flowers
But a mild shower may become a torrent
And ruin sporting hours.
Glistening snow at wintertime
Gives children so much pleasure
But when the dreaded freeze sets in
We pray for milder weather.
We must accept each climate change
Adjust our lives and plan our days.
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