Feast your eyes on Nature's ceaseless change
Enchantment offered freely from the skies
And seas - who'd seize unwary souls who range
Seeking siren who soft song supplies
That tempt and then pre-empt those far from wise.
Your eyes retain the seasons' scenes, bird cries
Or lowing herd, ripe harvest stored in grange,
Use well your time - rime Jack Frost soon supplies,
Removing pride, whose fall hopes must shortchange.
Ease of late Spring through Summer warms, mind tries
Yet can't ensure that Autumn won't estrange
Each scented zephyr sent for Time swift flies,
Sent blessings lent soon spent, aren't strong long-range.
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