I reason out the drip-dried lakes in the modifying clime
When I flowed the dawning dew in the praising sky,
I promised to sojourn the supernal time
When I choired with the migrating birds in the autumn dry.
I look for the diurnal stars in the sidereal time
When I see the clear blue sky,
I opine the cosmo alike the paradise
When I breathe the aura in the autumn dry.
I reason out the falling leaves in the cone-bearing streets
When I zest under the insolated sky,
I smell the parterre alike the eden
When I aught to scent the rose in the autumn dry.
I look for the silver lining in the cotton clouds
When I fly to reach the hued sky,
I worded the ambiance alike the promised land
When I greeted the fetes in the autumn dry.