Spring’s naked birth is an infant’s dawn
The cherub of promise as new life spawns
The sunshine of tomorrow, the harvests of corn
Expectations and dreams of innocents drawn
Summer is the courage, that youth is armed with
The heat of passions with which the heart is lit
Strong as steel, malleable as silver
To its blazing trumpets the earth quivers
The wisdom of autumn is deep and restrained
When the dice is rolled, the numbers are gained
Emotions are subtle when memories are framed
The leaves start falling come sunshine or rain
Winter’s grey and cold is always full of pain
When the fight for life is all but in vain
Yet, in gracefully accepting, and then to understand
That the birds of true freedom are just about at hand
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