As often fades the summer day with bright blue
skys turning grey.To seek the shelter of a hollow
tree as to nestle in the comfort of thee.How bright
the candle burns at night when all around has shed
it's light. The cold night air and a hard frosty morn come
face to face with fallow and fawn; and the blackbird no
longer sings as he flutters around on dark coloured
wings.Underfoot the tread of crisp white snow with thoughts
of fires and embers glow. Yet hidden deep beyond this cosy
life are children full of want and strife. A louder thought with
love insight could help the needy in their plight.
How often fades the summer day when the fields are full
with bails of hay. How green is our valley with snow on it's
peaks, a far cry from the getto with it's gift of famin and a
stench that reeks.
How often fades the summer day in a world that seems to
have it's own way. As we stand and listern to rules and laws
there are countrys and places being engulfed by wars.Floods
and earthquakes but do they really care, just donate to the fund
but do they get the full share.
A new generation of asbo's and hoods, if these are outlaws
then send them back to the woods.
As often fades our summer day with autumn and winter
a short way away then we look to the sky and wonder why,
how quickly life has passed us by.
sylvia spencer
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/as-often-fades/
