Wake from a seven season slumber
The slumber again for father's frost.Sleeping where cold wind still blows.
Since warmth abounds, life awake be found
Dew-dropped in April: March lost the snow.
O' harken all ye children of Spring.
Shake sleep from eye's long Winter's fall.
For November, and the fine Autumn ember
Heed that the summers again call.
Early to rise art thou fairy of rain.
Merrily, fill brooks to babble away.
With tentative ear, God allowed you to hear
The pebble trickle tune to the stream's array.
So bloom until blossom, then onto wither
All flowers flourish this equinox weather
So beam the sun to silver cloud bay,
As brighter the night, and moreover the day.
But again father time hastens those who crawl
Neither favour to the swimmers, or aloftly do fly
Is haste of year when the cold again draws near
Frost bitten fruit, whom hadn't multiplied.
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