Of Things Gone Poem by Tebogo Tshegofatso

Summer is truly long gone,
Not for discontent,
Which wouldn't have stood,
But for a natural flow,
Summer and lillies fled,
When we loved the glory
Of their budding nature,
Which no ember could
Send easily aflame,
And no sun could send afloat,
As it were the carcass
Of Pharoah and his legions,
Nevertheless, we shall
All learn to love autumn,
Though our petals whither,
And logic must weaken
The man familiar with reason,
For summer made it clear,
With its feet dripping for
The burning horizon already,
That it was the last
We mortals would behold,
The man who laments,
Knows what he's seen,
And with lisp and stammer,
He doth pending misery stay,
Lest we likewise behold
The full picture of reality,
O Adonai-Tzva'ot,
O Lord of Hosts,
Do you indeed forsake us?