Literature
This Too Fades
An even day with fading gray
for the cold will soon come again
as green wears away. Tomorrow
will be less bright for fading light
is this fallen way. Gold and brown
a whistle heard as the Earth turns
all around. Alike Spring once come
yet turned around, time is mirrored
just as my friend who speaks around
and around. Autumn is now here
for I remember how to smile,
as melancholy leaves my heart
today. Death is so near at hand
for the green leaves burn away one
piece at a time. To be replaced
with yellows and crimsons, one last
display of life, of our joys. Fall
is not the final breath, this time
is not the last years we may feel,
only a fall back into life.
O: Ah, my Sweet Poet, you speak again and without my call. Why I must thank you, to hear your voice again and so sweet. Fool I may be, but I could never bring you back with my cheer. Sorrow, oh, the melancholy you had to know, your pain is ours and all. I am glad, yes, yes! Glad you speak again!
A: Maybe I will be better now, each
