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A poem for Spring
We play away the day as we wait for Spring
In ways that Winter and the cold it brings
Will not allow for we are held in chains
Awaiting soon what only nature tames
The birds appear we hear their song
Up in the trees they know no wrong
Creating nests of twigs they gather fast
For their new homes no less than one brief season lasts
We are as birds that fly around to find
Believers of the same curious open mind
Our mission is to nest for all the seasons that remain
That is the way we humans play out life’s game
At some point and place our nest so humble
May break as we get old and crumble
That is the way as seasons turn into years
And all we’ve gathered becomes history
some cheers some tears.
— WOLRAD
(A poem from the Wolrad collection #316)
