Twilight of the Seasons

How heavenly the wind has blown

Singing to my face

Melodies from miles away

Carried out of place

Sweetest summer lullabies

Saying its goodbyes

Twilight of the seasons

which impend on our demise

Serenading everglades

Cutting through the grass

Wishing for an afterlife

The terminating path

How menacing the minuettes

Of minutes most forlorn

The hour of our judgment

And revival newly born