In silence watch the seasons pass


    With golden pageantries in bloom,


    a chrysalis, my quiet womb,


    in realms with tilting leaves and grass.


    It seems to me I know the tears


    of other souls, their joy and pain


    they lived and died ''neath sun and rain,


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    Mine, the grief of change and death,


    of simple things beyond recall,


    Mine, the soft light of dawns, and all


    The morning''s vanished dreams and breath.


    Now comes the hour of my rebirth


    And forever does the heart aspire,


    And seek, on wings of purple fire,


    My place and purpose on this earth