Unlike the heavy
Comes the light
Upon the easy
Days
Of life
Unlike the heavy
Comes the light
Upon the easy
Days
Of life
No one needs a sprout committee
Asking for the spring
In New York City
All we need is the time of year
My dear
Null word
Will leave less of an impression
As a state of degradation
Watering down the hopes
Of all the nation
My pail zest
On a spring day
From the wintery holds
Of the bitter grey
I emerge
Ready for spring
What the summer rays
Will bring
The only way up
Is never to complain
To ask to start again
To wither in the hope of progress
But to advance
Head above the dust
Feet planted on the ground
Working for the moment
Pushing all around
From the dash of the withered
One pushes slowly on
On and on
Up and up
Move any way
Rather than giving up
Sorry title
Has much to lose
Up in arms
And free to choose
A new reference or assertion
From the tale of cities
Or one of infernos
The good hearts live
With the rest of us
In every place
In every home
Beyond the hate
Beyond the drone
Of noise by the campaigns of
Fear
Their are good hearts on this earth
Living here
The whole day
Takes a whole lot
Of time
To set up a course
And chart a path
For a day ahead
And one day below
Up the mountain
Of dunes slide
We crawl up the mountainside
To a winter land
Off the major highway
Is where we stand
Not in the sunlight
But in the shade
Of a large tree
Is a shade snake
Not seeing it
But it seeing me