the woods in spring

[fledgist]

the urgent haste of life to have its turn

luxuriant forest eager for the light

angry at coming of the so short night

 

the stars in silence far too distant burn

brutally cold indifferent to the plight

the urgent haste of life to have its turn

 

leaves and flowers eagerly now yearn

for every moment of the day's delight

and hate returning of the winter night

the urgent haste of life to have its turn