Death be unto he
who keepeth his neutrality
in times of mortal crisis.
For in choosing no side
he hath abandoned those
who needeth his assistance
and doomed the
to the loosing hand
of Fate.
Spring is a
time for rebirth, renewal, rejoicing, when
Plants peek
up above into the air smelling sweetly of bark mulch, and Robins sing
and flit around, dancing a merry spring waltz, while Ice blue
skies accented with wisps of clouds Greet me as
I step outside