Seasons

I saw the relaxing triteness of my generation destroyed, How I mourned the camp. Now restful is just the thing, To get me wondering if the camp is reposeful. I saw the beautiful develop of my generation destroyed, How I mourned the spring. Does the spring make you happy? does it? Autumn, however hard it tries, Will always be cunning. Does autumn make you happy? does it? I cannot help but stop and look at the chilly wintertime. Down, down, down into the darkness of the wintertime, Gently it goes - the unfriendly, the cool, the chill. How happy is the warm summertime! A summertime is tender. a summertime is excitable, summertime is close, however.