Whither Comes the Light?
whither comes the light alas, what matters the source while soon comes the night
surmising with aplomb and nary remorse
whither comes the light alas, what matters the source while soon comes the night
the leaves green grow wild wherever their seeds may blow wild, aye, but resolved
In a field depleted and left a fallow Where only single crops have e’er grown ‘Twill sundry bloom soon rich, tho’ callow When by Nature’s hand the seeds are sown
a green all its own the swift verdancy of spring lo! the cardinal bright!
time doesn’t matter to the purposed honey bee tasting the nectar