Spring. You touch emerald-green grass,
Sapphire and ruby flowers.
Summer. Mild sand under your feet
Makes you feel happy. Salt water
Takes your cares away.
Autumn. Yellowish-brown maple and elm leaves,
Though dead, make you relive the past.
Winter. Ice-cold glens burn essence and hurt.
But with the knowledge that spring will come again
You proudly raise your head and run as fast as you can
Free, blithe and unshod!



24.5.2002