By the lakeside so serene
he is glad to be where he has been —
in the sand.
While the winds of March march on,
beyond the clouds there is the promised sun —
They walk over icy mounds
knowing there is a big lake to be found —
He reaches down and holds her tight
and pulls her up with all his strength and might.
They do stand
and look west to that sun,
which tries to hide and then outrun for fun —
those who watch.
But they have arrived in time;
the snow and icy mounds have been climbed
— the sun caught
before it declines
ever so sublime.