Winter doth flit and autumn does faun

Dewy, sweet starlight to stare at the morn
Far does the stroke of the brush and the bark
Reach Everglades, oaks and seeds at the start

To keepeth in green and violet hues
A silvery silk of the lake unto you
To wonder and walk within the lowly pines
To ponder and contemplate for a little time

Quaint, fading rivers are rolled into stones
That glisten as crystalline pebbles and shows
Stems of the flower are as strong as the trees
Friendlier lands that tend to our needs

Summer will venture and spring will withkeep
The sun and the moon will rise to their feet
Far does the paint of the brush and the bark
Oceans are earthbound by humanity’s heart