Like the flowing river
through cold ice...

Winter is so cold
spring is warm, summer just hot...

If I ever went hunting and fishing
I would not take more than I need...

Without life jacket or boat
It is hard for me to float...

Back in my younger years
I recall the new girl...

I was born in August
though she was born in June...

Winter is the season that reminds me
of old before the news...

I long to slumber and dream of
a beautiful long lost love...

Seeds sleeping in the earth
Passionately receive rebirth...

If there's one thing I can identify
it would be a contrite heart...

I'm the author of the balance
of the heart soul and mind...

The whites and the reds fought till they were...
Some still are not free, but we are not through...