Their Summer is now gone...liken to the
Driven onward by the sweet call of Autumn's
Leaves fading in a laden icy wind, some the
That which is blessed by a liquid sky to be seen
The mighty trees swaying in a cooling breeze,
Yellow sunbeams tipping over the edge of
The far lands hoping to moisten its darkened,
Peaks of gray shimmer in the light of a cold,
Here...upon the knoll, he only knows now