Summer’s green has turned to Autumn’s brown
Soon the icy frost will coat the ground.
Brilliant trees are thinning leaf by leaf.
Overnight has come the cunning thief.
Gone the days of labor honest.
Gone the days of hope and promise.
Silent are the bird calls’ early morn.
Just the hollow sound of wind forlorn.
Earth, once fecund, now lies fallow.
Now profaned what once was hallow.
Once-glad Earth is now quite sullen.
Fruitful bounty has all now fallen.
Winter’s coming death will soon arrive.
Can the distant hope of Spring survive
Or will stubborn Winter still remain;
Never come its glory once again?