Seasons of My Life
In the seasons of my life tis springtime I recall
when the pregnancy of winter gives birth to flora all
colour hue and freshness as only Sol may rise
seeds faithfully long trusted burst forth in blush surprise
bulbs beget their flowers in colours hot and cold
while rose buds blossom gently their fragrance sweetly bold
candied dew upon their pedals reflects the morning sun
which is busy lifting blankets of mist where rivers run
Creation in profusion life's spectrum how it glows
in a sea of waving splendour earths bounty ebbs and flows
in the winter of my years let springtime be my bed
lay me neath the flora for my spirit ne'er be dead
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