Sun upon my skin descend
oh wind come play about
speak with ease of falling breeze
and usher summer out
Bring about the dawning chill
of winter's coming threat
but whisper still of days concealed
it hasn't touched just yet
Music on the breeze the leaves
as they too sing their songs
echoes of their passing love
since time has done them wrong
Flowers late in bloom assume
and hurry 'fore it's gone
the final hope for spring is sprung
and seeds for future sown
Yet in the waning moments
hope like smoke to faintly drift
with sun upon my skin again
as spirits gently lift
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