Do the trees get excited for the coming of spring?
Are they waiting all winter to be blossoming?
They say, "wait, not just yet, the sun hasn't peaked.
The air is still cold, we must pass winter's reach."
They twiddle their branches and sit on their roots
Anticipating the moment when their blossoms can shoot
Out of their branches to reach for the skies
YAY! Spring in here their flowers do cry
A great bloom has come and the trees do create
The flowers all come to join and celebrate.
Translate this for me my friend
All that starts must have an end
Weather stars the universe
All things end up in the hearse
What's this mean and where's the reason
That all things end when past their season
It makes one thankful this is sure
That times not yet upon my door
This moment brings forth appreciation
The rarity of life is the now occasion
But mistake not now for forever time
A nasty suprise on that road you'll find
That translation doesn't work so well
And this body's naught but a little shell
That carries our connected part
To bring forth light to the darkest dark
And then return with tales to tell
About the crazy mortal realm
The great return we all must have
The reuniting beyond time's grab
So translate all you faithful people
Journey dutifully to your steeple
And pray and sing and dance and hope
For this is one way we can cope
With the truth that spans all translations
All created have expirations
I love poetry.