Foresight

Prepare, oh prepare, the Lords decree, Three months’ grace, from bounty free. A sage foresees, abundance call, Twelve tribes rise, one and all. March bids farewell to tides that part, April’s dawn—a fresh new start. One of the seven steps to the fore, Three months to make, what’s coming sure. Oh, prepare, prepare, for time divine, April’s rebirth—a celestial sign.