wanted: nature lover
Were Father Time to court our Mother Earth
in parlors where they laughed, and danced and dined
and giddy early love be given birth
would creation lapse and hours fall behind?
Had these, our parents, thrown their duty off
in parlors where they laughed, and danced and dined
would autumn trees their fiery plumage doff?
Perhaps the chilling cold would never come
had these, our parents, thrown their duty off.
If passion were the aim of Time and Mum
and not the fate of days and winds of Spring
perhaps the chilling cold would never come.
And would it be a too, too selfish thing
if Nature spent her hours in Time’s embrace
and not on fates of days and winds of Spring?
The seasons would do well to change their pace,
were Father Time to court our Mother Earth;
if Nature spent her hours in Time’s embrace
and giddy early love be given berth.
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