Harue

Spring never fails her viewer

air crisp with sounds of joy

deer fear no more

we share this praise

To be amongst the trees

the breeze is freedom

Here the peak…no more

her finest moment of rebirth,

now waiting for her age to turn

and see the decline of life

she too will pass and die

Winter’s cut is generous

he enters unconcerned to pain

and tells truths of those he

seen conquer the weak

passing of pleasure

Escaping winter is for

her who cannot stand him

 

-Calvin