On A Cold Day, Of A Cool Walking The day is cold, and clouds are gray. The grass is white with frost, and may I say? The sun is coming up, over the hill. It's so quiet, and so steal. In the midst of all the trees, by the broke I see. Something moving in the bush; what could it be? The frost falls from the dead leaves, as he hops about in the breeze. It's a bunny, all bundled up with fur, so he will not freeze. Life keeps on going, even when we think not. Where are you going, and what is your lot? Looking for God's Love, from up above? Jesus will fly to you, like a dove. He is there; just start talking. On a cold day, of a cool walking.