Out of the vast tenderness of nature
We have carved a hardened world
Which spring only struggles to dissolve
What do you think those petaled trees
Are really up to those yellows
And purples of a risen people
Who practice what they preach
It's not that they're ephemeral discrete
The crocus with his dignity intact
The serene assertive jonquil blurred
In passing on the way to the beach
Or the tomb of some memory
It's that wherever we go
Their example accompanies us
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