Winter

Oh, Winter time has come once more
And cold the blanket on the floor
With colour drained, the land is white
All Hobbits shiver in the night

Though chilled the wind the fills the air
But don't you let yourself despair
For new delights are all around
And fun is waiting to be found

Whispers on winter winds, a hug, a song, a smile
Of friends and love they sing, It made it all worthwhile.

No, I could never count all the stars I can  see
Nor measure the amount of  things you were to me

Long has the autumn wind
reaped the last leaves
from the boughs of the oak-tree
that stands on the hill.
All nature lies still,
the wind ceased its dancing,
the leaves lie unmoving,
frozen in death.
Holding its breath,
Waiting - awaiting:
As if time too had frozen;
Silent the lands lie.