Time's moods are changing,
Winter is rearranging
- The sky until spring.
I feel the dark night,
That comes now to give its sight
- Autumn's lost in flight.
Forlorn the trees are,
Like faraway twinkling star
- Wind's at peace and war.
Where will the song be?
While the forest is lonely
- Quite unbearably.
Summer breezing come,
Away with dullness ho-hum
- And its moody glum.
Let the seeds now grow,
With some summer wind's ho ho
- Down this garden row.
Give freshness in mind,
Let us new fragrance still find
- Leave unease behind.
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