… Who would not through fragrant fields
Sipping the sector springtime yields
Forever stroll, ever to know
Enchantment where the daisies grow?
… But, poignantly, a theme will play
And sound our lives for harmony…
Designed ecstatic hours are
As pointers to a destined star…
… We may not just in spring-side live
For purpose bids us go and give.
First loves are fair but flowers must
Engender fruit and turn to dust!! …