Beneath the summer skies
The rose its secrets keeps
But its perfume still betrays
The essence springtime steeps.
And in the mid-year's glow,
When skies are fierce and dry,
Fresh blooms wilt bye-and-bye -
And winter longings know.
Each season changes state,
And as the Winter ends,
The chill of Autumn waits
For snows the next year sends.
The mountain streams will thin
As drought and ice take hold
The one from shrinking in
The next from love grown cold.
You must accept life goes
Through ever constant change
And that each dying rose
Will scent a time-pressed page.
Spring is everlasting
And so is Autumn too -
And in their kindness bring
The truths the moments choose
As life itself renews.
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