Golden Rust

Form: Ottava Rima

As green hills change to golden rust
And in the sunlight shimmer red
The turning seasons are a must
So life can come from all that's dead.
And in the sunlight shimmer red
While roses wither on the bow'r
So life can come from all that's dead
The sacred truth of nature's pow'r.
While roses wither on the bow'r
And winter nights are drawing in
The sacred truth of nature's pow'r
That's found in love for kith and kin.
And winter nights are drawing in
As hearts quest for the warmth of fire
That's found in love for kith and kin
Then sings of joy in all desire.
As hearts quest for the warmth of fire
The turning seasons are a must
Then sings of joy in all desire
As green hills change from golden rust
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©JGFarmer2012

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