For all of us that see the spring
That turns to summer, simmering
Relief of fall, its cooling depth
The chill of winter felt like death
So many times the cycle spins
It ends as quick as it begins
But dull life is without its gaffes
Or constancy impatience lacks
The sifted silt that yields such gems
This tribute that I pay to them
They that weave their way like webs
Allegiance that quite never ebbs
As time might pass but does not show
This bond does not need such to grow
So deeply rooted, deeply grateful
Never touched by spirit hateful
And like I trust the sun to rise
The moon that braces darkened skies
The flower wilts yet buds on stem
Endures so do my precious gems…