And Winter bares, its cold skin
Letting ice crumble until
Time it is finally shed

And Spring leaps,
After the last snow
Oh how time moves
Oh how fast, is slow

And there a mother, rests her weary head
Coddling a newborns, cry
Without end

And as we know
Her heart does glow
Rich and red
More than any ember
Ever bled

So tis the season
of all heart
Tis when time and hope never part
Tis of that special natural place
When man and she,
agree upon our cosmic Fate

So rest your arms and hearts, also
Mother Nature holds
all rules to know

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