A sacred tinge of living light in leaves
Colors hues of Fire between each vein
Then forest lines unite in mystic weaves
To form an imaged fabric filled with flame
The ruddy tones of Agni burst from buds
Stretching with spring feelings, couched in prayer
Whose glimmering velvet edges grown from mud
Bring to birth the Fire buried there
When sunlight warmth melts the winter snow
The earth returns this calling from Above
In seasons of the truth, whose warmth we know
That burns in every feeling filled with love
The seasons of the truth are filled with light
As newborn leaves we live this springtime rite.