An old Friendship Renewed
As the Soft, Sweet, Flowery Fragrance
Of the Spring Woodland
Leads me to the Source
Of Rushing Song,
And Promises Preciously New.
Her Fragrance, this River,
Is moist Fecundity;
Her voice is
These Woods echo Her Joyful Patience
In Bird Song, Red Squirrel Whistle, and Chipmunk Chirp.
These Precious Walks renew our Faith in Good.