Leaves of Life/On Dit

On Dit

Cold is the wind - the flowers below, Fearful of winter's hand, lie curled; But Spring will come again you know, And glorify the world.

Dark is the night - no stars or moon; But at its blackest, night is done, All after hastens to the noon, The triumph of the sun.

And life is sad, and love is brief. Be patient ; there will be, they say, New life, divine beyond belief, Somehow, somewhere, some day.