Once In A Wood At Winter’s End 
The White Silence Turned Into Sound 
The Good Old Sun, Becoming Young 
Made All The Birds Rise Up In Song
 
Shadows Of The Snowblocked Trees 
They Made Mummy By The Freeze 
But Caught In New But Known Delight 
They Mingled To Hear The Birds Recite 

And Winter Time 
Reaching It’s End 
It Had To Be 
It Was Dying
 
And I Could Hear 
A Sound Of Singin’ 
Summer Was Slowly 
Beginning Beginning
 
Glazed And Shining Was The World 
That Fought To Have It’s Leaves Unfurled 
It’s Harvest Hanging In Between 
I Could See The Spring Begin
 
And Winter Time 
Reaching It’s End 
It Had To Be 
It Was Dying
 
And I Could Hear 
A Sound Of Singin’ 
Summer Was Slowly 
Beginning, Beginning