February’s here again,
The days are short and dark.
I walk outside to get some air,
And travel through the park.
The park is large and there’s a creek,
That is partially covered with ice.
I hike this trail and stop and watch,
The ducks swim ’round once or twice.
I wonder how these ducks survive,
I wonder where they sleep.
But God looks after everything,
We are, after all, his sheep.