Thoughts germinate
From winter's mulled wine,
And light beams of the springtime sun
to multiply and divide,
until a full birth manifests
Our idea into reality.
Success is in summer fields
when we dance under shiny stars
to the music of our joy.
Divine results are obtained.
All is swelled and overrun,
Plenty stored and shared.
Swift cleans the place,
Soon time to drift and dream
Relax. drink wine, and start all over again . . .
