The fresh autumnal breeze caress'th my cheek,
the joy this brings I can no longer seek
in Summer beauty or the Spring's "love" trick.
The cloudy sky does shine and makes birds sing,
my ears taste their sweetest romancing.
Forever will their composition ring.
The flowers sigh their natural perfumes,
and gently as ever they have stopped to bloom.
My nose, thus hopes, their last breaths to consume.
The leaves are bound to lose their green pigments,
and soon the flowers too, will lose their scent.
But lo! Nature's beauty will never end. |