Beasts of Springtime
We are the beasts of springtime
With the hearts of summer
In the leaves of autumn.
Our souls chase the west wind
As we dance in the east sun
And bask in the beauty of first light.
Each heart sings to the wisdom of the north
Along the sweet journey of the south.
We live in the guidance of the Father
As the beasts of springtime.
Tara M. Barrett
11/2/10
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