a simple song

viewing the tree in full and honest leaf

wet with the rain and startling in its green

indecency of summer is to mean

both more and less than normal plain belief

that nature is a sort of crafty thief

taking all life once she has set the scene

and leaving nothing but the space between

the moments of creation and sharp grief

for here is full eruption of true life

at its great peak of wealth to be adored

by all who wish to see it lasting long

yet who forget both efforts and hard strife

in hope to keep eternal the true chord

and hear within each heart a simple song