Albion, Art, Life

Midas’ touch



Where did the green of summer go?

As seasons dance, the year grows old

And verdant fields are turning gold.

Though midday sun still warms the earth

The seeds of yet another birth,

The secret treasure of the grain,

As gilded seas, drink summer rain.


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