I feel the spring far off, far off,
The faint, far scent of bud and leaf --
Oh, how can spring take heart to come
To a world in grief,
Deep grief?
The sun turns north, the days grow long,
Later the evening star grows bright --
How can the daylight linger on
For men to fight,
Still fight?
The grass is waking in the ground,
Soon it will rise and blow in waves --
How can it have the heart to sway
Over the graves,
New graves?
Under the boughs where lovers walked
The apple-blooms will shed their breath --
But what of all the lovers now
Parted by Death,
Grey Death?
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It is as though you reject Spring Sarah, you turn it away. Man is not worthy of it, not as he is now with all the butchery.
Yet still the constant reference leaves no doubt that nature will return. It is a force that will not be turned back by any act of man. -
Why?
This is the question being asked here. Why do the seasons maintain their cycle when there is so much sadness, death and grief going on in the world?
Does Spring not realise that it should not be celebrated, the wind not realise that it's arrival is not celebrated? Perhaps it tells us that Mother Nature is showing us that regardless of the death life will always be re-newed.
Von
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