Despite the season, we have gales and rain,
When May blossom and buttercups each bloom
I feel regret for Spring is on the wane
The summer’s short and autumn comes too soon.
Expectations block our outer view.
We miss brief moments when the sun breaks through
And makes the whole world glorious anew.
With laughter, leaves and flowers our souls imbue.
Let’s look again, with eye blind to desire.
A shady day has still a pleasant feel
The air is scented and senses still are fired.
Thus, from the darkness ,let’s a pleasure steal
The grass is green and flowers assert allure
Even in the gale ,we find our cure
