Precious

The winds of autumn breathe life unto thee,
Fallen leaves dying upon shallow ground,
Yet thy beauty resting on the bright sea,
In beauty, cries of death shall not be found
The moon shines with heaven’s consent
Stars sparkle humbly before its beauty,
Dawn shall rise, the sun, they bow for time spent,
When thy grace lightens up the land’s bounty
Flowers stand with pride so true
Gracing their beauty upon my lost heart
But thy rose so pure knowing its place too
Soil of my being in thee shall not part
Thy tale from which I tell your loveliness,
In me, you shall remain my life’s princess.