Poets

Spring is like youth or one’s childhood The season of growth from a seed Grasses grow and trees are in bud Soils are covered with plant or weed

Three hundred feet high the rocket stood. All was quiet, the air was still. A massive column, but move it could It waited and waited until - - -

Before there were men, or monkeys or mice. Before the first cow, sheep or goat. When none of the Earth was covered in ice. When few creatures had a fur coat.