The Seasons

At winter with the cold For a trace – Also, keeping warm Before outliving our old Their thighs we grace For seeds to form We whet the days As agilities spring, We gather in the sheave, The reap of our ways For the values we bring Are worlds we weave For this we make hay – Early rise from east to west Racing under summer harshness Sweats must count today With our trees at their best The pain mounts less Caution in the wind And gains far from sight Yet energy gushily zap The fall is too steep for a win It's the autumn of our might We should bow with a cap Else, Carry-on with the ride With unblinking gaze Look up and reach in to refresh selves On this principle we abide Till we sleep to wake in our place