Ode To A Tree In Autumn

You carried us all through Earth’s fragrant song Did blossom from birth throughout glorious days But we did not notice we walked on by so wrong Now in tragic splendour your allure now decays Chill August days slows your faint heart of fire Russet and golden leaf crumbles in colds extreme Fate is a metaphor of a life about to expire Fate we all meet after life’s figment dream Your bridal beauty now faded your life at an end I remember your virgin charm at the onset of spring And warm raptures when June became your friend Now at an end your greatness now vanishing Winter fast approaching you stand now undressed Alas wind and storm’s echo will be your only choir Until by Spring’s magnificence you are again blessed When once again your noble splendour we can all admire