New life

"When the white eagle of the North flies overhead,
And the reds, greens and golds of autumn lie in the gutter, dead.
Remember then, birds with wings of fire flying
Come to witness springs new hope
Born of leaves decaying
Just as new life will come from love
Love will come at leisure,
Love of love, love of life,
In giving without measure gives in return
A wondrousness yearning almost seen.
Live hand in hand and together we will stand on the threshold of a dream."

(with thanks to the Moody Blues)

Winters almost here but Spring is just around the corner