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With Autumn ...
by: Angel
Who is the autumn that her touch
Fires the leaves and falls them down.
Then should the cold breeze blow
And the cold winter with snow
Come and calm and cool that fire
And should the Nature give up the desire
Who did come once, snuck as thieves,
Stole his heart and burnt his leaves.
Then comes the Phoenix of spring
Blows life to th’ ashes and revives everything
Sprouts the buds and leaves so green.
Then the Summer comes and the sun’s pure sheen
Bakes the fruits, some so sweet,
Some so watery to calm the thirst of heat.
Then in September, the Autumn comes again,
And the poor Nature has to bear all that pain.
To Nature, every year, it is so;
Yet, who else but himself is his foe?
For, every year he ceases the fire,
God has sent to purge him and inspire.
2007