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
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