Does summer begrudge spring its newness?
Does autumn envy summer its brightness?
Does winter covet autumn’s crispness?
Does spring resent winter’s cold?

Ah, no -
Nature is not that foolish.

Summer knows
There is no brightness without new birth.
Autumn knows
There is no crispness with bright growth.
Winter knows
There is no cold without crisp color.
Spring knows
There is no rebirth without cold death.

Ah, yes
Only humans are so foolish

To begrudge the other
To envy the different
To covet the younger
To resent the strange

To divide life into seasons
And worth into measures