Fading Summer’s Bright Garden

The bright garden of summer fades, This life chills like November shades. Now I'm not worry for myself alone, I am worry for the generations unknown. In youth, I lived for fleeting days, I am slipping countless golden ways. My laughter now fades like drops in sand, Vanishing gently, slipping from my hand. Oh, the harshness of these times dismays, The cruelty of humankind sets me ablaze. The endless horrors these days bestow, Have left me weary, their weight I know. Yes, life has chilled like November's gloom, But it cannot crush a soul in full bloom. My trembling heart still finds its heat, In my homeland, in my people so sweet!