The Twig Bears the Blossom

The pale leaves of spring unfurl in splendor A soft blanket covers the land Forest and fields wake As a gentle wind blows in the heat of summer Tall grass stands perched on the dry ground Birds sing in the early morning Then seek a shady perch Life in motion All in a deep green In the leaves comes autumn Lands of yellows and reds In clear bright air The sun hurries by on a short arc Warmth leaves the earth The travelers pass on their way Over and over the seasons beat time Under a tree pop moon The wind blows a promise Of warmer days to come We watch as we stride Through the powerful beauty