When the last rose has blossomed as the final sun sets then the last day is finished every task has been met. When the end moonbeam shivers with the only child’s cries then the ocean waves bravely as the lone seagull flies. When but one petal dangles from the final rose bloom then the sweet dreams of summer wilt and die with the moon. When the last leaves have fallen colors blanketing earth then the last breath of autumn ushers in winter’s birth.
