In a dance of unimaginable intensity
Scarlet, crimson, ochre, and gold
Soon consumed with rot and growing mold
The cycle continues new and old
The snow deep and the frosts cold
But when the ground thaws and the warmth be bold
Nature’s laws unrolled
And the bell of the changing seasons tolled
The new bud springs
From that rot and mold that endured the bitter cold
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