And winter turns to spring again,
The seasons move in us like fields of grain,
The years go by...
Enduring wind and rain,
Dark earth warms the seed unseen,
And springing yellows turn to green.
Then with the summer we are emboldened
As we grow
Not old,
But golden.

And time is flowing in us all.
A stream from mountain top to waterfall
That swiftly runs...
Through ice and snow and sun,
Over rock and scree,
Through woods and valleys to the sea.
And life behoves us now, in the richness
It bestows
To flow
Both deep and slow.

And there is music in the air;
The echo in our hearts beats stronger there,
And never dies...
The songs of love and lies
Can touch the hardest heart
And tear the truest soul apart.
But songs of sorrow and bittersweetness
Tune our souls to the key
Of eternity

And now, dear, all I know is this...
That heaven comes to earth in your fond kiss,
This world made new
With all my heart I love,
Long as this short life shall last,
And write such lines of sweet adoration
That delights in the future and the past