Summer's End
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The leaves begin to paint trees brown and red,
to leave them bare and lonely once again.
Thus wonder joins regret at summer's end.

So fragile is the beauty now attained.
The petals fall from flowers out of bloom
and leave them bare and lonely once again,

while all along still spreading their perfume.
Melantha's touch will grace the world around
The petals fall from flowers out of bloom:

a myriad of colours on the ground.
Such beauty only seen at summer's end,
Melantha's touch will grace the world around,

turns season after season. Now She blends
a beautious portrait fleeting as the wind.
Such beauty only seen at summer's end,

here now but gone in just a wisp of time.
The leaves begin to paint trees brown and red,
a beautious portrait fleeting as the wind.
Now wonder joins regret at summer's end.

Penned by my hand on the 19th of Valnuary, in the year 438 AF.