When the corn peeps out its head
above the damp soil to be fed,
When the snow melts to a stream
and emerald green the glades gleam,
When the earth with life is stirring
and beginnings are always occuring:
We know it’s time to seed
and laugh–we’re finally freed
from Cold’s confinement, give back
to the earth so we’ll not lack.

When the corn stands proud in rows
and all around, fresh produce grows,
When the heat is pressing, tiring
and the sky rents two with lightning,
When the earth thirsts for water
to avoid all things’ dread slaughter:
We know it’s time to work
for soon the night will lurk
and best have lots of sun
or we’ll starve when snow comes.

When the ears are full of corn
and the cow lowers forlorn,
When the apples are dropping down
and leaves cover the grass as a gown,
When the days are hot, nights chill
and we’ve eaten till we’ve had our fill:
We know it’s time to sing,
to dance and laugh and fling
away the cares of summer-heat,
prepare for winter’s hoary fleet.

When the corn is lost in dreams
neath the white powder and sun-gleam,
When the earth in muted stillness
has a sense of homey fullness,
When the home is snug and warm,
safe from winter’s ice-raged storm:
We know it’s time to tell
the tales of heroes and fierce beasts fell,
to gather close to hearth,
absent of nature’s blanche dearth.

Seasons come and seasons go: life is born, and life, it flows.
Go with the flow; learn to live and live to grow.
Life is a river and it carries you along.
Why fight it? No! Heed its bittersweet song.
Enjoy the ride of the current strong.