In the cold months

we rejoice, taking 

in all the suns warmth

that we can manage

Then in summer

we cower, hiding from 

blinding heat in shade

and AC

In the cold we

see the good,

we see the need

Only when at it's 

strongest, does the

good make our

devotion sway

Yet we know of

it's good, even when

we hide away

Supporting life,

giving air,

even from indoors,

the good is there

But even the

good

can be clouded with

bad