scaraben
17-Aug-07, 21:21
A red petal dropped from the last crimson rose and it seemed that the sky turned to grey
As around the old garden the sad whisper went "The summer has ended today"
A bird voiced its grief from the gloom of the hedge as the petals fell down on the grass
A shuddering sigh shook the tattered old tree with the knowledge that beauty must pass.
But the death of a rose cannot shatter our Faith, Nature works in mysterious ways
For the roses must die to awaken again in the glory of blue summer days.
And so, when the summer of living is spent should we tremble in autumn's cold breath
If Nature insists on decay and rebirth, need we fear the change that people call death.:confused
As around the old garden the sad whisper went "The summer has ended today"
A bird voiced its grief from the gloom of the hedge as the petals fell down on the grass
A shuddering sigh shook the tattered old tree with the knowledge that beauty must pass.
But the death of a rose cannot shatter our Faith, Nature works in mysterious ways
For the roses must die to awaken again in the glory of blue summer days.
And so, when the summer of living is spent should we tremble in autumn's cold breath
If Nature insists on decay and rebirth, need we fear the change that people call death.:confused