Return Of the Spring time

Shrieking pales in the morning crows at noon grimaced cruises of fallen claws 

As fallen claws bemoan fallen tides

Temperature of forgone momentum 

Bizarre adventure of the golden valley 

Where daring ados of bewitching sport

Misfire the cranky pales of lost spring time 

The golden rapture of morning tides

Cannot go away 

Where the tempest of balkanising mounds

Balked in the dastardly crotchety acts 

Of the repugnant wishes and aromatic bitters 

Gluts of wilderness sands return into the spring time 

With the dross and the gloss of morning tides

Not the forlorn shrieks could bring back the forlorn roses of the golden hills 

We return to spring time as gallantry 

Permits the talon of her craft to graze

Let Spring time return to glide beyond empyrean heights