**** and crow
In effervescent snow
As Old Man Winter his north wind blows,

Gives way to the fair Maiden of Spring,
With no more lingering
As flowers sing

In warming sun,
Ever-growing life begun,
And Summer his own course doth run;

Leaves on trees
Then fall in the breeze,
As Autumn reaches rich life to seize

To give to Old Man Winter for chilling blow,
Quick death from below
As ***** yet crow;

But Spring, she waits thru snow to burn,
And the flowers return;
So seasons churn.