Vernal Auspice

The sun shrieks against the stubborn snow Everything is dead still, yet there is a sprout And the wrinkle of doubt still lingers heavy But ancient seasons never forget their place Reminding us that rebirth is a nonfiction notion When set in motion, invitation of a sequal life Religion claims these courses of existing stages But the ones with common sense grasp the science of nature With real reasonable conclusions Rare still Even with what humans know now Most seem to rather rest against their laurels Dismissing morals, plural, implorable are we Water dances with the gravity as it always has Turf perks and provides the organic potion Surf lurks with prehistoric cycle in the ocean We must preserve our knowledge... Bottle up the wisdom as provided til death makes us immune