The cold is gone,
The Spring's begun
And life begins to spill from time
In green cascades.

Miniscule eagernesses
Coalesce from rain and air
To gobble up the energies
Pouring down from the sun
To fabricate life's brocade.

So now the killing must begin
As tooth and beak ply to their trade
To swallow down the newborn hopes,
Divert their purposes unmade.
Elemental shapes reform to new sophisticated norms
Which rise in waves of ceaseless change,
Anticipating to arrange
The modules of the living things
To patterns of both death and hope
In this grim kaleidoscope.