Treasure Island

Christian Lacdael

(Bury St. Edmunds, England)

Autumnal equinox


It's clear that change is on its way,
For it's seen that light has less sway,
So darkness can't be kept at bay,
And stopped from eroding the day,
Darkness fights so to reign the sky,
Poised against light it draws a tie,
Which simply does not satisfy,
But balance shifts as time goes by,
The change can be felt in the air,
A change that will soon make trees bare,
A change through which it's hard to fare,
As its effects show everywhere,
The day becomes perfectly split,
Half is dark and the other lit,
The clockwork of nature bids it,
It's what mother nature sees fit.

Submitted: Friday, September 23, 2011
Edited: Friday, September 23, 2011

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