*xv* - To Love Poem by Leslie Guylee Cron

No one knows why the warm wind blows, verily a soul knows why the warm winds resides in the cold Alaska hemisphere.
Go wind explore the coasts of the Californian shores under the dark moon; into the northern hemisphere, into the blue ice bergs gaps.
From there will flow a steady stream, so sweet, so vicious!
Go green, go green they circulate for the future is forever to remain.
Hurry! now and don't even hesitate, this earth is yours and yours to stay.
So much to visualize, so much to mend, undoubtedly a rebirth of
spring is nearby.
All things new, all things beautiful, absolutely a utopia to scrutinize.
Soon you'll say live, laugh, and love.
I will say my farewells and watch down from above, as children plays and I will smile as I herald to all.
There is a better way to play, play to stay, play for us the ones who went before, play for the forests, the lands, and joyous shores.
And be sure to smile, for your promise land is at last here.

Mischievous