The wintry incense of the withering leaves;
Sighing the reign of Autumn`s breath,
The shrivelled array upon the yellowing turfs
Earn sight true beauty of nature`s worth.
The healing power of a sweet melody;
Weaving ease in the populace with delight,
The liveliness of children in their rhapsody
Dancing in the sun and soaking the light.
The vast sophistries of silver screen;
Cherished by the young and the old,
The rare standing ovations jubilation
Broadens the imagination of the mind.
Yet sought bliss like a reverie,
Wishing not to come to life.
