Leaves have fallen from the tree
Occupied little fool or the cunning sun
In the cool shade of the bark I see
The jiffy of thoughts the seasons run
Charmed the old bright Beast to He
"No shimmer I give to thee for fun
A dawn allured and weather so free
I wish do years and had been done"
"O mighty ball of flaming sea
Freed you mortals burying the Satan
A talk of wisdom I do agree"
End he brings a debate well begun
To a river sporting a flowing spree
And the mountain bearing sands of ton
Lucky we stay in Its shady marquee
Curves be rise but no falling stun
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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