Ode to OSS

When he is gone

The warbler sings

The sun shines down

On all sweet things.

The flowers bloom

The grasses grow

The whispering pines

With sap doth flow.

The very earth reverberates

with subtle movements, doth create

an peaceful aura in the air

a sense of awe, and loving care

The anons sing and dance and leap

They laugh, they kiss, with joy - they weep!

With great glad tidings, they do reeeeeee

In grateful thanks, for they are free.