Green Snake in the Spring Meadow

A shedding of skin is inevitable,

You cannot continue to be who you have been,

Nature requires progressive development.

Besides, you know it is time,

The past pulls tight,

Constricts your movement.

Time is palpable for sure,

So on a bright blue day

Brush stroked by the wind

Saunter through the meadow

To the pile of rocks by the pond,

Move slow up,

Let your weight weigh heavy 

On the edge of the highest rock,

And do what nature and time

Lovingly demands.