The Paper Symphony; (Opus 3) Seasonal Dreams

Happy you’ll play as seal pups play while winter’s freshly new

As snowdrops kiss the sleeping greens with lips of pearly blue

Joy dances free from care on the feathery ivory

Strawberry breezes lick your cheeks a cheery cherry

Chocolate cups by the hearth all many-hued and merry

Winter’s seasons live the dreams of Strawberries.

When Spring coaxes long dozing seeds upwards to awakening

Morning’s dew dazzles breath upon the flowers twinkling

Spring morning rainbows start fevered hearts glowing

Youth’s near forgotten zest sleepily returning

Poets sing in rhymey rapture, a million flying pens

Spring’s seasons a dreamy rhapsody of Amens.

As Summer’s sighs serenade life from youth toward perfection

Nature nurtures bonds with gracefully sprinkled passion

No skinned knees or stinging bees can dampen joyful play

The children of this season are Spring’s happy proteges;

Now the full celebration of love, love that is in forever

And the ceaseless sweet of time that knows nothing is for never.

When Autumn’s frosty waters immortalize fallen leaves

And elder wisdom smiles at the history it’s received

Peace descends on the winds and bends of two immortal mates

Then paradise lays breaths of bliss on Godly fates;

Here forgotten clinks no coin, no blisters reaping corn

Where work is joy, and every day a harvest morn

Autumn’s season dreams the symphony of last laurels we adorn.