Cold stepped back for awhile,
This day is sunny fresh
And golden leaves are flying
So nicely to the earth.
And there are leaves of green -
Remembrance of the summer,
A source of pleasant glee
And marks for Night the hunter.
There is another Spring,
I keep it in my heart...
My joy, delight and glee
Are not the hunters' mark.
Let day be even night,
I know, the Sun is near
In heart, in mind, behind
A cloud... I don't fear.