Like what spring enfolds?
Is it a pinch of breeze?
Or a mindless sudden heat?
or to be more perplexed,a gaze of the mundane?
Tree of urgency thus brought us its sheath,
A silent haze among the raging sea,
Boiled waves vapor at its peak
changing seasons neverendingly,
to the cliff of rounding streets,
to the seat of blowing winds,
to tempt a whisper so meek,
to surrender a life so lean,
a springtime chime,disturbed,no one shall meet.