The rotation of a sphere on its axis,
Nudged to tiny oscillations
Spins life's fine thread; birth and death
In four revolving seasons
Hard-husked snow and weeping ice
Pin-sharp purple mornings
Spiced green buds on knowing limbs
The nagging lust of dawn
Wheat fields blown in rolling waves
Summer's glorious furnace
Wool-wrapped ambles in golden parks
A pause to renew our learning
This single ripple in the cosmic pond
Brings nature's tidal sigh
We find our dreams washed therein
And count turns until we die
