The Course Of Nature Poem by Jayne Louise Davies

Petals fall on stoney ground,
The glory gone from once fine bloom,
No one even hears a sound,
Gone, is the sunny month of june.

Fragrance in the summer sun,
Drifts away with memories fine,
Autumn months have now begun,
Then winter appears,
It's winds unkind.

Changing seasons brand new morn,
All part of life's varied days,
Nothing ever stays the same,
Nature always finds its way.

Jayne Louise Davies