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
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