Eternal wind in essence blow,
Till frosts of glisten go.
All beating sun to singe and shine,
Quiescence of the here divine.
Whispers chill from softened bones,
As I falter and briskly panter home.
Blow me up, blow me down,
As you aware your seasoned crown.
Pollinate, capitulate, anew the earth.
As seed gives birth, her renewed world worth.
Then still thy breath, as spring she weeps,
And mother nature surely keeps.
To blossom thee your beauty hence,
The narrow gardens idol fence.