For Every Thing
Seedlings sneak forth from the snow-dampened earth Winter's sigh fades in the the wind Memories of seasons and years where once planted a mother, a father, a mentor, a friend. Joyful anxiety! Cautious -- desirous -- the season has come; it is here! Petals shouting brightly! Blossoms sweetly singing -- the season has come! It is hear! Time hallowed hopes of the summer arrive: Exhultation! Rejoicing abounds! Songs understood from time-ripened growth Climbing earnestly up towards the clouds Squirrels joust playfully, still slightly warefully in warm well-known days with the sun. The landscape's familiar, horizon's peculiar in warm well-known days with the sun. Now the statuesque trees of an earlier summer begin a new season of change And stores from the harvest of meadows and forest are carefully planned and arranged These acorns of wisdom, this grain gleaned with hard hands shall not simply fade away soon!