Silently the sun rises out of its nightly slumber,
Shadows hide, awaiting sun’s fierce look,
Veils of mist rise to join their brethren,
Hiding the tree’s peaks, soon to be painted golden by the sun.

The last of that misty membrane is drifting not knowing where to go,
Will it join the shadows, still hiding in the dells,
Birds chase and sing on that now blond plain filled with golden spots,
But their fun and adventure is soon to end.

The rising sun looking disapproving at natures play,
Knowing that this too will have to end soon,
Flowers turn to promising brightness, hoping for light and warmth to come,
Slowly nature follows sun’s vivid controlling rules.

Crowds of shadows are chased like beggars away from those likely spots,
I follow my golden path home, near that vale and shadows dark,
To rest from my nightly toil, disapproving of nature’s warm play,

As autumn looks on guilty and silently, approached that summers day.