stops

How can there ever be a shortage?!

     (Thinks one

     Thinks many)

It'll never go away

For as long as I live.

     (Think the young

     Think the old)

It's wondrous and large...

     It's mine. 

         (Think them all)

Flake by flake, the snow blackens

Tree by tree, the leaves weaken

Country by country, the initiative

     stops