march with the dawn when the nights grow long and cold seek for pastures not yet born rider, be bold lesson on five fingers now that I have learned how seasons are returned brook my laughter here to the running years waterfall the fears now that I realize how much the world denies green my sense leaves bright to chlorophyl of light photocell the nights now that I have found how each must choose his ground terrace my piece of time to a hill of sweet limes stairway the climb now that I have seen how cunning walks between mountain my trust high to the pigmy wise landslide the lies now that I understand how heart unites with hand radar the future free to the dove singing me laurel the peace journey to jerusalem sky our thoughts to midnight that hold no noon's repose silence speaks in clearer voice than day's tumultuous crows unpave the streets to earthscape grass pillow to our heads as virgin stars attend once more moon music forested mountain our hearts to the lion tender our hands to the dove olive the branch over zion to israelite our love flower this hope to the springtime summer our dream with its fruit festive the fields in the autumn winter the future's root prayer for four seasons rain, rain on me make me green as lettuce leaf at spring's fresh core sun, shine on me burn me bright as coral reef on island shore wind, blow on me sweep me clean as grain fields tall for autumn's mill stars, sing for me lark the night as snowflakes fall on woods and hill ekstasis all the hills of the world lie here aeolus ride your winds the skybound clouds leap out like deer daedalus fly your wings the fields are green with sun and shade pegasus strike your hoof the silence sings, the people fade hesperus light my roof the ocean's wide and far away tantalus drink your fill no distant lands draw me astray orpheus bring your skill olympus is within my heart poetry lift me high with pagan joy I sing my art melody till I die challenge tell me, in this high land of mountained length where time is green and space big-bellied with fruitful plains rockribbed by corn and bean for simple courage, do you know strength as something earned through bitterness of need in narrow streets and tortured rooms, oh hungry lean listen, above the winding road come sounds descending on bells, sky voices and wind mixing with the shy four footed ones' cries, what do they tell, can you hear from the grounds of city skyscrapers through the tunnelthinned walls that rail the nervetracked brain with wooden ties