To be original would be to take
The path that brought us back past the first song,
The greenness of the buds out there along
Near branches in the Springtime as they wake
Up Springtime in ourselves and the ache
Of seasons since so that we long
To know the freshness in ourselves as strong
In leafing as when it seemed a song would break
Into its green forever, though now we hear
Its cadences as leaf-fall. But that song,
How did it go? It goes like this, and going
Modulates to Summer, to reappear
As Winter silences. No, we were wrong
To think it gone, and everything is growing.
