"Seasons Of Love"

A fine beam of infinite colors

Soak through veins fine gobblers

Without an eye make us cry

In sweat and tears drowning fears

Skinned shadows hush around

Dragging dirt and spellbound

That greedy sigh casts a fruit

Springs rest as that virgin flute

Exploited to the roots eat and digest

A fest of fairies springs contest

In chills and cold, even branches are sold

For Poets Springs are as worthy as gold

Again there follows that nigh thunder

Springs' summer and Autumns' winter

Let foolish hearts ooze out nectar

Love and separation carves that specter.