Spring reminds us of the never failing resources
of nature; the bankrupt appearance
of winter’s burnt out landscapes and leafless trees
holds within it still the promise
of the treasury, unfailing to deliver.
Suddenly, on the grass it surfaces, crocuses
in multicoloured patches, daffodils
in bright yellow variety, the sign
of regeneration of a boundless economy,
of wealth untold in our midst.
Blue skies and longer daylight hours
reveal the heavy industry of trees and shrubs
financed without stint, the first buds
of such delicacy, no cost spared
but the finest display in preparation.
Not only plants, but insects, birds and animals
are stirring, the bankers and investors
whose expertise can be relied upon
to produce results, the floor will be crowded
with the jostling, waving, and calling.
We are critical of our own exploitation
of nature; but to see in nature
a self-control that is simply not there;
a ruthless economy, success guaranteed,
spring is the start of a bonanza.