The dew is forming,

The flies are swarming,

And the crystal rain covers all,

Just like the copper leaves that gently fall.

The roots are digging deep,

The clouds begin to weep,

And the youthful leaves sprout forth,

            Rattling in the cold wind from the north.

The moon and sun overhead do shine,

Caught!—in their eternal dance of time,

The streams pour out and replenish again,

The cycle turns ending as it began,

I watch closely but all I see,

Is beauty full of mystery.

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