O The Seasons...

O the seasons flow within my blood stream, Like silvery streams or enchanting dreams! I am one with the white blossoms of spring I can hear the wild birds of summer sing, Of innumerable, beguiling things, In timeless visions, beyond the fleeting. I sense autumn's subtle colours and shades. I'm deeply moved by winter's solemn ways. Nature's endless cycle permeates my Mind. It drives the winds and directs the skies. I trace the birth and death of leaves and trees. O the seasons flow within my blood stream!