The Season's Child

Silky, soft, snow white skin

Glowing red, a hinting grin

Locks of blazing fire trickle near

Graceful life soon shall begin


Twinkling blue eve so clear,

Framing brazen green, so sincere 

Drapes among the trees of woe

Tender flowers blossom here


For a careful child below

Gentle strokes appear to grow

Calming terror, before you stands

Visioms of gossamer I bestow


Grip tight on your hands

The shallow mind expands

Brushing by on loving wing

Sending a summer's demands


Nature's servant be the king

Tall pride as a sharp sting

Smaller child rules the wind

And the seasons beginning spring 



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