In the spring from the top to the heel
I was fond of a daffodil.
Its beauty meant the world to me
It was all my eyes could see.
In the summer I flew with some sparrows
And Eros shot me often with its arrows
Their charming noise tickled my ear
It was all I wished to hear.
In the autumn I found a tree
It is out there only for me.
It keeps me save from thunder and lightings
It is grounded, loyal and mighty. ...