Let the voice of Spring enchant you 
Free music of the soul 
Let us forget our language 
And succumb to the precious whole 

Giant goldfish swim below me 
Yellow buds begin to flower 
Are they conscious of survival? 
Do we dare reflect their power? 

The world we've made has trapped us 
And behind our words we hide 
Heedlessly pursuing 
To stretch out far and wide 

We assault universal consciousness 
And for that are buried in sand 
We try to keep on growing 
But are stuck in man-made land 

When we trust a word's utility 
Many assumptions we have made 
Foundations lack of certainty 
Clouded visions sure to fade 

Alas!  Hope is not lost 
Sophistication may have its day! 
When all might seem to crumble 
The winds will blow our way 

It's breath is cool and fresh 
Our silence grants some space 
The song of life persists 
As old values take their place 

Rebirth of life once dry 
Spring whistles a memorable tune
With heaven in our eyes 
Our souls may find their truth