day the spring will come and tremble into precious life
The sleeping flowers - and all the warmth our nearby star will generate
soon be used to prime that vast, repeating cycle of our seasons,
signal to the soul of Earth, to all her various inhabitants -
Begin again! And seed - and come to fruit in all your wonderful diversity
fight to gain the sustenance for those newborn upon this world
innocence of nature's rules and cruel, selective paradox
which virtues are fittest for survival, or for bleeding death.
jewelled frost here lies upon the stone ground, the stone ground,
Where skeletons of trees show broken and disjointed arms to blue sky.
Cold beauty, cold beauty killing, not malevolent but sure,
Leaving frozen, rigid evidence for later, hungry appetites -
And me to dream a winter dream in innocence, of spring.
Winter Dream [2:11] - soundscape composed by Richard Hill
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