Come and Gone...

They Sing the Song of the Deep Green Slumber

By: the iHope Poet

 (Eighth Grade) 

Deep in the forest on silver white hills,

A rain falls as cold and as silent as ice.

Ripe on a branch of an old empty tree,

The leaves whisper a tune of sweet sleep, to entice.

Then the wind joins the song as it sways through the air;

The thunder claps twice and the lightning is there.

Down come the snow and the sleet and the fire,

While the golden sun sets behind the hilltops.

Further out spreads nature’s wild autumn choir;

They sing the song of the deep green slumber.

Now the mountains are dancing to the shrill, savage words;

Each line is recited by the south-flying birds.

There are leaves and twigs flying into the sky,

Every color mixed in from yellow to red.

The verses are stronger and making a change;

Our forests and creatures are departing to bed.

The summer is banned for the rest of the year;

Now the next season’s song is back for us to hear.

Come next spring, new life will sprout from the frosty earth.

As for now, nature is transformed into a temporary death.

Still the song of the green slumber progresses,

While autumn continues her memorized breath.

Soon winter will sing her part of the melody;

When the ground will be whiter than autumn can see.

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