Snow is covering the children’s swings
The glider seats and monkey bars
Our sons and daughters have all grown wings
 
They’ve gone away to pursue their dreams
The future called, they followed their stars
Snow is filling forgotten swings
 
Storms cannot dull or extinguish the gleam
Or the music from the neglected guitar
Now that the children have sheltering wings
 
They are making new stories and songs to sing
As they search for gold or the balm of blue feldspar
While snow falls softly on their empty swings
 
We, too, once heard angels while worshiping
Each of us seeking the magic cookie jar
Our offspring fashion their own wings 
 
Celestial light can shine through anything
Sky still holds up that old North Star
Yet snow has covered the children’s swings
Because the children have all grown wings