Seasons and Stars

On a clear summer's night, Heaven shone upon my face. I did not comprehend All the glory of its light. But everytime I saw A twinkle and a glimmer, My attention magnified The lines my eyes would draw. Then a harsh winter night Blew across my laying fields. Even though I was bundled, The thousand points of light Could not attend my eyes Though the backdrop was black. In that season all was still; Why does what is planted dies? Now a starlit spring night Brings warmth back to my face, And the life of the earth Has recycled in my sight. Being in and out of love And back in this love again Makes me eager to understand These seasons and stars above.