Where shall we run

On halcyon days,

Down to the shore

In wafture sprays

Around the cliff

Where herons fly,

Across the fields

Through gilded rye.



Where shall we walk

As flowers fade,

In autumn woods

Gold leaves cascade.

Along the stream

Meandering slow,

Across the hills

Before the snow.



Where shall we hide

From winter ways,

The goose flies south

Red robin stays,

The frigid glass

Drips frozen rain,

Ice paints the webs

Along the lane.



Where shall we look

To find the spring,

Where apple boughs

Are blossoming.

In flower beds

The tulips glow,

And natures fecund

Blessings show.