Or wood,
Or water,
Today
Dear
Friend.
Refresh,
Free
Spirit.
Exercise
Exalted
Thought.
Bring
With
You
Your
Uplifting
Mood,
Your
Wonderous
World
Alone.
Let lung
Rise
And
Fall,
And
Rise
Again,
Higher,
Against
Gravity,
On
Wings
Of
Butterflies.
Let
None
Sour
Such
Fresh
Spirits,
Yet turn
Dark,
Dour,
Ill-intentioned
Invader,
With witty
Foil,
Or bright
Golden
Gaze,
That
Scorches
Flesh,
Less
Shielded,
Warms
Cold
Spirits,
And
Melts
The
Fleeing
Ice.
Today
Of
All
Days,
Dearest
Friend,
Return
To
Nature,
If only
Briefly,
To
Walk
Again
On
New
Spring
Winds.
