In Her Majesty.

There she sits proud on her throne In her silent grandeur ever festooned Of the beauty of the seasons colors Her ebony skin a perfection of onyx While she dances in the summer’s breeze Bowing in proper during warm spring rains Adorned in the luminous jewels of winter A beauty of eternal radiance so delicate Titivating every branch and bough At autumns approach she stands in brave manner Bearing the extolling colors of eminent death While her once emerald beauty withers and fades Countless times in eternity has her splendor died Yet ever reborn in the jollity of springtime Always allayed she shall bear the death shroud Again and again in eternity