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