The milkmaid blossoms and we know. For want of being found, rites of spring. United, we are standing. We are part of something else and larger than ourselves. “Drink deep, it's just a taste, and it might not come this way again, I believe in moments, transparent moment, moments in grace when you've got to stake your faith It moves outside you, it stays inside you, And it's not something that I could prove, Or could chose, to be moved. Yes it's a promise, and it's a threat, And it's not something that I'll let you for get, Not just yet, not just yet If it's not the rule then it's always the case, Good intentions get fractured, good intentions get replaced....”Drink Deep/Rites of Spring