Cycles of Time
Slowly the leaves turn to different browns
bright chestnut, mahogany and walnut
each glistening with the dew of daybreak
a few starting to fall, spinning round and round
A chill wind blows in from the north
hoar frost hanging, sparkling fingers
ice underfoot makes it treacherous
and still the colours keep changing
Hot sultry sinful summer days
wafting scents tantalising noses
colourful splashes through the bed
crops growing, swelling ears of corn
Farmers hard at work bringing in the harvest
fodder for the cattle and wheat for our bread
a most bounteous feast is spread before us
put aside bad feelings and share together
Although Spring is the time of Rebirth
Autumn gives us the harvest of plenty
and so the circle of nature is complete
after autumn leaves comes a time to sleep
Now the lands lie farrow, resting and waiting
soon the snows of winter coating the land
the seeds lay sleeping waiting for spring
all this, mother nature freely gives to us
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