The wheel of seasons turns
The birds are nesting
The days are long
The days are growing warm
The wheel of seasons turns
You enjoyed your last spring
In the year of silence
When none would venture forth
The wheel of seasons turns
When summer neared completion
and the days grew shorter
as your days grew shorter
When autumn arrived
with mellow sunshine
your world had shrunk
to your own very own room
As the final day broke
and the shadows flew away
you left us
into the brightness of the sun
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