With Spring the seed that breached the dirt,
Now gives way to flower.
With Summer’s heat, the delicate leaf,
Turns green and lush, like the holly bush,
Whose leaves are ever-green.
When Autumn has reached the earth,
“ Every leaf becomes a second flower,”1
But when Winter is hither,
All light is severed, when the ground is covered
By an undulating sea of white.

With Spring the seed that breached the womb
Now gives way to the child.
With Summer’s sun, the child is gone,
He turns to man, with strength in hand,
While passions within him churn.
When Autumn has reached the earth,
The man feels the grey-hale in his aging bones,
But when Winter is hither,
All light is severed, when the ground is covered
By a mountainous pile of earth.

Every season the earth keeps turning,
While the world is revolving.
Dawn to Dusk, Star to Life
Humanity must decide whether Strife
Or Love is what we are strong in,
And which is our ultimate longing.

1Albert Camus