It begins in the season of death
Breath of spring blown
Sown in every nook
Brook churns with ruby seeds
Reeds festooned with life
Knife-edge of winter cannot slice
Ice caresses
Blessed eggs that wait sleeping
Keeping dreams of spring within~

Thin sunbeams come creeping
Peeping frogs, the crickets of May
Decay makes way for the green flame
Claiming ground anew each day.