TIME AND THE SEASONS 
Father Time. I must call my children together and give them orders for the New Year. Open the door, my servants, and let the Seasons appear.
Spring (entering). Here I am, Father Time. What are your commands for your youngest daughter?
Father Time. Welcome, my dainty Spring! It is your duty to call the gentle rains to fall upon the thirsting ground. Yours is the pleasant task to paint the blades of young grass a delicate green. You call the birds back from the south and rouse all nature from her winter sleep.
The winds blow freshly over the earth; the clouds move here and there, bringing the rain; and the bulbs, hidden under the soil, slowly push their leaves into the sunlight. What flowers will you bring to deck the earth?