We search for everything

Keeping what we would win

Orchids or tiny flowers

Wooden huts or ivory towers

Centuries or hours



Dark are the winter days

Holy in many ways

Vaults of time unshaken

Whilst as through them we are taken

Sleeping forests wake

Ice melts on the lake

Birds begin in making their way back home



The frost and the fire goes

East winds and winter snows

Sun upon the daffodils

Dancing on the verdant hills

Lambs in the fields



Warmer grows the morning sun

Days of youthfulness and fun

The prime of the year begun

The song of summer to be sung

Everything is one

Working day is done

Watch the river running through our lives



How slowly the colours change

We feel the drops of rain

Mists of evening rise again

We rarely stroll the shadowed lanes

As autumn night draws in



We sit upon the sand

Warmth draining from the land

Watching the ruby sun

Setting on the ocean

The echoes in the caves

The flame upon the waves

Memories for saving all our days