King Winter, bitter and bold,
Makes the children's forest cold.
But the robin still sings in her tree,
The children listen carefully.

What of the robin's song?
She sings of a season gone --
When eggs lay in her nest,
When trees stood greenly dressed.

King Winter, soon take flight.
And all the children sing --
Of green and gold, of warmth and light,
Of growing life, of spring.

 Words by Joylynn Holder and Charlie Foster   /   Art by Jane Yoo   /   Photographs by Olivia Relova