She born on every winter's grave,
As crawling child of oldest brave.
She composes at her youngest sleeves
A loveliest song to all greener leaves.
She sows all over deepest love and care
Those made blooming flowers dance bare.
They call her as beautiful Season Spring
And sing 'Glory and love all thy bring'.
And she dies, as moon waxes and wanes
And all leafs and flowers suicides,
For they can't wait till next winter dies.