An old Friendship Renewed

As the Soft, Sweet, Flowery Fragrance

Of the Spring Woodland

Leads me to the Source

Of Rushing Song,

Reassurances Ancient,

And Promises Preciously New.

Her Fragrance, this River,

Is moist Fecundity;

Her voice is



And Friendů

These Woods echo Her Joyful Patience

In Bird Song, Red Squirrel Whistle, and Chipmunk Chirp.

These Precious Walks renew our Faith in Good.