Classic Poem

Creening Yang starts to stir,
Causing root and bulb to obey,
Its rich moisture loving all alike
Radpaw creatures their own ways come forth,
The sound of thunder brings out flowers' glory
Fair-dwellers lean to hear
The barren again give birth,
And so fulfill their destiny
All the people rejoice, rejoice
Blessings are on the young and pregnant
All living things are quickened, quickened
Such is the good gift of Spring.