
Granddaughter (age 8): You have hair on your arm.
Me: Yes.
Granddaughter: Did it fall from your head?

Granddaughter (age 8): You have hair on your arm.
Me: Yes.
Granddaughter: Did it fall from your head?

Drifting on through time
Winter snow now turns to spring.
New life is dawning.

Springtime raindrops fall
See the trees through misty glass
Winter now is past

Mountains floating high
Gentle early morning mist
Skims the peaceful lake

Spring eternal comes
New life grows through all the land
Time to think ahead