Damon and The Seasons Part I - Spring

Through the fields and over the earth

The seasons of the shepherd's birth

Are furrowed into the harvest,

And hewn deep within nature's chest.

Spinning, the world hauls us apart,

Drags Summer to Winter's cruel heart,

Only to slay the snow in Spring,

Which quakes with Autumn's sly glaring.

This maelstrom Damon strides into,

And hopes in Spring, him to renew. 

Buried life stirs from its slumber

To deck his wake and encumber

Hills with flowers and vivid paint.

Through a reborn sun, yet faint,

The resurrected...