Never stop picking flowers;
from this garden jump to the next across
with the heat waving on your tail
and the horizon holding the frost yonder
follow Spring all around the world.
Never stop counting hours;
from this moment await the next to come
with the sun falling either side of you
and the horizon at once both past and future
still yourself a while to behold the movement.
Never stop building towers;
from this high-light view dream the next along
with the heavens looking less certain above
and the ground seemingly both up to and down to us
re-imagine the route to our lost Eden.