
My days grow short
My magic, like the sunshine wanes
I have had my time in this forest realm
Of my greenery and flowers – few remain
I shall soon depart to my slumber
My sister, Autumn shall have her turn
And she in time too will rest
As my Cousin Winter my work will overturn
But young Sister Spring will in time wake
And begin our forest to renew
And I, Summer will paint the woods
With blossom, and scent for you
Padre