One Fall Evening
Rhapsodic melodies from shadows depth
Are the sounds in the darkness before me,
As the owl, loon and crickets sing:
“Come out into the night we implore thee.”
A harvest moon bathes me in a luster
That stirs my melancholy soul,
As I wander about the autumn landscape
On a leisurely evening stroll.
Cool moist air permeates all things
That surrounds me in this rural scene,
And the smell and sound of rustling leaves
Makes it all so very euphorically serene.
And so realizing the importance of
Divinely regulated conditions,
I am once again reminded of the reason,
For cycles such as these
Are quite necessary you see:
That is why they are called “Seasons.”
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