From the recording FIVE - THE FIFTH SEASON
The poem looks at spring not just as a season of renewal, but as a vessel of memory, where every blossom, brook, and birdsong awakens echoes of love and youth long past. Nature becomes both present and nostalgic, carrying forward the fragrances, sounds, and colours that once framed moments of intimacy. Though time has moved on and those days are gone, the rebirth of spring offers a bittersweet reminder that beauty and love leave lasting imprints—returning each year as if the earth itself remembers. It is a meditation on how nature preserves what the heart longs to hold.
Lyrics
VERSE 1
Beneath the blossom’s fragile rain,
I walk the fields of youth again;
The lilac breath, the robin’s call,
Return like whispers through it all.
VERSE 2
The brook still sings its silver tune,
As if it never learned of June;
Its waters trace forgotten hours,
Where hands once wove a crown of flowers.
VERSE 3
Each petal drifts, a gentle sign,
Of seasons lost yet still divine;
Though time has carried love away,
The earth recalls that tender day.
VERSE 4
So every spring, when branches bloom,
The world grows fragrant with perfume;
And in the meadow’s greening air,
I find the past still waiting there.