Do they florish or do they fall?
can they be one or all?
do we see them as blue or red?
perchance as birds above thy head?
do we live amoung their grace?
or gaze in awe upon their face?
in this we unconsciencly agree
the lords of seasons must be three
one is lolly queen of fall
between the berch's growing tall
two is varnack winters king
of crulist beauty do his bards sing
and of three, his name a soundless call
like snow in winter or leafs in fall
perhaps not three but all.
