Thursday, May 19, 2011


Hope springs from Spring
In the songs birds sing
In the breasts of lovers chest to chest
In a book where flowers pressed
In the faltering step of old men and women
In the rustlings of the glen
Spots of hope for finally a good year
Like night reflected eyes of young deer
Hope we will learn from our mistakes
That each will give more than he takes
That we will learn to live within nature
A human species finally mature

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