All nature is now in its glistening snow
Stirring the road with fine weaving's of white
Through this moment of blue blackness and night
Whereas moon sketch its light in flickering glow
Dream scape of nature forever will flow
As there are dreams to sing in endless flight
Through every hour of slumbering light
On to the moments that muster here and go
Blooms of tomorrow shall give of their seed
Everything streaming from its hour to hours
Like autumn in colors from yellow red bled
So shall the seeds grow up to be flowers
Oh bloom true life and give your truest of way
So we'll as one walk into coming day
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