"Breaking like the light of dawn,
So does Spring come- new.

Sweet is the ripeness of Summer,
A bounty to be shared by all.

Fruitful the following of Autumn,
Reaping what has been sown.

With stillness rests the Winter,
Silent with drifting snows."


Penned by my hand on Gosday, the 4th of Slyphian, in the year 464 MA.