Please don’t ask me Cause I won’t tell How winter springs And Summer fell. But on October 11th At the Topsfield fair. Lived every season Of every year. The morning of spring A colorful spectrum Silent whisperings “Welcome! Welcome!” As the noon of all seasons, The Legacy invites A spirit of summer To astounding heights. An evening of Autumn Still falling hard A kiss goodnight As our warmest regard. At 4am A winter’s time Desire-hardened I’ll make you mine. Every color of autumn leaves Links your Heaven to my trees With every pattern of winter flakes You decorate my breeze. And every flower of every spring Every beam of all the summers At the heart of midnight, still blossoming Holds in its core, the greatest wonders. However summer falls or winter springs You can find me at the beat of your heart And you, in the very heart of my beat.