The rhythm of life is a soulful sound,
A precious jewel in royal’s crown,
Pilgrim’s pride in harvest moon;
Earth rejoicing in last sweet bloom.
In the misty morn's wintry chill
Memories linger within me still
Of days gone by in summer’s breeze,
Birds and flowers; fields and trees.
One cycle fades; another draws near
A circle of nature year after year.
Ever changing; a balance; a rhyme,
Earth and Mother Nature dancing in time.
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