in the darkest of days, the night will wane,

and green will shoot from icy snow,

lying in wait under a wintery scene,

spring has gathered deep below.

racing vines bud and bloom

emitting fragrance upon the breeze

calling forth laborious pollinators,

whose work soon turns to summer seed

warmer weather brings rainy showers

mixed and muddled with sunnier days,

the beauty of flowers becomes bountiful fruit,

and harvest time is underway

drier air and waning light,

leaves fall in a fit of glory,

decaying matter defends the roots

of trees cycling through another story.