Each year, when nature wakes from winter’s trance
Earth glories with the sprightly dance of spring,
Transforming hill and dale with fresh romance.
Rich, teasing blooms and blossoms gently swing
In prelude to the heat of summer days
While Robin red-breast cocks her head to sing
A lilting tune. Soon gardens bathed with rays
Of golden light will teem with bounteous fruit;
But slacken soon to autumn’s gentler ways.
Amid this crimson blaze soft gales salute;
Surrender to the drear tempestuous cruel
As winter spreads her sleep and all grows mute.
How sweet this transformation to a fool;
The ever-changing seasons bring renewal!