Czarina Matviyko


Ode

When spring unfolds and sap is in the bough
I trod along the sunlit path
to see what wonders I may find,
for every tree and blade of grass is a miracle to me.

I'll trod along the path alone
'till summer fills the rolling hills
and the woods are green and cool.
I'll sit and rest when fall arives

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