Today the rays of the sun lost its radiance
Flew away with the winter birds to kinder climes
The breeze no longer warmed, instead, an alien cold
Brought in by the August rain hang clammily in the air
A few runted fruits clung on lichened branches
Abandoned by a beneficent sun of a summer gone
Nothing to reminisce by the glorious time of plenty
Or of the gaiety of summer’s floral celebrations
Newborns once romped and leveled wild flowers
In robust green spreads of curling fields of grass
Today they huddled in the shepherd's wooden shed
Shivering in their sullied and stringy fur covers
Through the abruptness of seasons, the bleakness of days
One ponders pensively life's inconstancy and whimsy
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