And with your sylvan symphony
Invite your emerald jewels to rise
To paint upon the ashen meadows
Glistening sights before my eyes.
Although the chimes of morningtide
Do holler their impertinent rings
I shall arise with jollity
And springtime drafts upon my wings.
Away! The solemness of winter
May your gloom oblige no more
Arise! Fair maiden of creation
Brimming with beloved awe.
As feathered friends leap gleefully
Above the roaring waterfalls
The villagers confront their homes
And brighten up the cottage walls.
With mighty plans and great intent
They sweep away their dusty woes
With visions of abundant fields
And trellises of reddened rose.
The ghostly scenes of rolling mists
Reluctantly come to an end
The earthy fork tucked into soil
Awakens to his redbreast friend.
And when each bud and thirsty bloom
Presents itself unto the skies
Oh, let this be the final view
I ever see before my eyes.
The void of Winter now withdraws
And with it, idling declines
As Eden stretches out her wings
Her paradise shall be divine!
The tepid breeze shall kiss my face
Cerulean skies, I shall admire
To watch the world awakening
My yearning eyes shall never tire.
Observing death with all its woes
Its fading light disheartens me
But then, upon Spring’s providence
An endless promise, I do see.
I hearken to creation’s call
As every precious season turns,
Reminding me upon my path
“Of Dust thou art, to Dust thou shalt return.”
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