The world awoke from deep hibernation

In hues of green and playful temptation.

Any army of bees infatuated with flowers,

Forged sweet honey during long April showers.

Time ran a race with life in the lead.

An eternal race for an eternal creed.

The golden sun intensified on high

With scorching heat under an azure sky.

In fertile fields of nature’s womb,

A bounty of abstinence held the tomb.

Life slowed to a creeping crawl,

As time slipped by; rapt in all.

Tired from the lazy days, the world began to weep.

Dragon’s breath from icy lips, a harbinger of sleep.

The trees of summer changed their youthful faces,

And stood double breasted in their resting places.

Life sped up, time breathlessly lost pace.

Both fell even as they raced their endless race.

Above a blanket made of snow mighty sun rays froze.

Below the cover, oblivious life warm in soft repose.

The whitened world blinded a thousand tired eyes

As the search for food ended a deadly compromise.

Life gained a few inches for a run at the win,

but timed pressed on, surrender was a mortal sin.

The world awakes from deep hibernation.

The circle continues with no hesitation.

The Father controls time, an we control our pace.

If we can stay even, we win the race.

The race is unfair; time draws the line.

But you run your life, and I run mine.