Blossoms rustle in the wind
Crocus bright and thistle blue
Lilac, myrrh and hyacinth
Summer's bow to Autumn's rule.
They wave farewell to memories
Locked inside the season's sun
A sad serenade in the jasmine breeze
The end of all that we'd begun.
Though the noble myrtle strives
To make its stand in breezy shade
Quick are the years that span our lives
Like the winds that pass this glade.
The Summer birds now sweetly sing
Yet Fall clouds fill horizons blue
Harbingers of Winter's sting
And the end of dreams that we once knew.
— The End —