Always before, the spring returned.
The bright world in its cycle spun
In air and flowers, grass and fern
Assured and cradled by the sun.
Always before, you could explain
The turning darkness of the earth,
And how that dark embraced the rain,
And gave the ferns and flowers birth.
Already I forgot these things,
And how a vein of gold survives,
The mining of a thousand springs
The seasons of a thousand lives.
Now winter is my memory,
Now autumn, now the summer light
So every spring from now will be
Another season into night.
© Dragonlance Chronicles
Margaret Weis and Tracy Hickman