- When the snow fades
- and the rivers run fat,
- The sun sits like a flower
- on a young boy's hat.
- The wise Nord knows
- it can never last.
- He enjoys the day,
- though it travels fast.
- When the snow is gone,
- and rivers run dry,
- The sun beats down
- like an angry eye.
- The wise Nord knows,
- though the day is long,
- These are the days,
- he is hale and strong,
- growing like a seed
- from the fresh spring soil.
- When frost returns
- and the rivers choke,
- The sun dips in the sky
- beneath evening smoke.
- The wise Nord knows
- though his strength may fade,
- It is time to plan,
- and time to save.
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