The Spring of my youth has since long passed
Knowledge and experience then had not massed
And I smiled and danced among the new green shoots
Skipping through puddles without any boots
And I took in deep breaths of cool, Spring air

The days grew hot and the nights were less
I wandered the forests in utter seriousness
My mind expanded as my love and fondness grew
(And still I did not wear a sandal or shoe)
And my hours were spent weaving flowers in my hair

Autumn came crisp with its boundless treasures and hue
And my heart had grown with my mind, so much I knew!
Gathering the fruits in my skirt, I reflected of my complete joy
As I harvested the sweet things with my life with a boy
And I felt the golden days would never leave

Winter came. The swirling snowflakes chilled my face
Flying at me with icy stings in their pushed and frenzied pace
I huddled inside my cloak then, boots upon my frozen feet
No crackling fire to warm by nor boy for me to greet
Just to sit and rock in the snow and grieve

I wait now for the turning of the year when Spring returns
Or I must succumb to the chill and numbness that always burns

Penned by my hand on the 17th of Chronos, in the year 395 AF.