Each year we see the earth affirm her strength
By cleaning house, and setting things to rights;
The harvest in, she smiles and rests at length,
And welcomes shorter days and longer nights.
Fleet spring and verdant summer have their days,
Resplendent days, when life laughs loud to see
Unfettered fertile vistas, bright displays
Of new growth in an infinite degree.
Some think that autumn heralds a decline,
A dissolution, in the dearth of growth;
In fact, she stands for something pure and fine,
Renewal, guaranteed by nature's oath.
Though summer always yields to winter's claim,
The flame of life keeps burning just the same.