Poems (Himburg)/Fall time
FALL TIME
Trees all dressed in golden brown,Gray skies hoverin' over moundsWhere the flowers droop and say this is fall.We want to say that we only cameTo stay for a while,You have been so kind to us.
We have drunk the morning dews,Glad for warm sunshine too,Until now we are content,And our beauty we have lent,But your skies today are gray,And our beauty fades away.
Like the roses on the mounds,Roses that were proud and gay,Seem to want to get awayFrom their nature's timely task like a manWho's borne the strain of a duty'sHard campaign.
So the roses as you see tired and wan,Their strength is shrivenBy their beauty they have given.This we say is Nature callTo the flowers one and all,Telling us that this is fall.