In a Season of New Birth,
When the plants rise out of earth,
When the life begins anew,
Everything is green and blue.
In the Season of the Sun,
When the schoolwork is all done,
When the shy become the bold,
Everything is blue and gold.
In the Season of the Dead,
When the trees turn orange and red
When the leaves are falling down,
Everything is gold and brown.
In the Season of the Cold,
When the new becomes the old,
When the days are dark, not light,
Everything is snowy white.
Wednesday, April 11, 2012
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