Whispering Winds

The grasses are a verdant green
And lend a gentle scent
To air still warm with summer sun,
Though Summer’s nearly spent.

The leaves now whisper in the breeze
And slowly fade to gold,
As cool nights herald Luna’s path
And Autumn’s wind grows bold.

All the plantings now have faded
And harvest has begun,
As the warm, green days of Summer
Near the end of their run.

The trees whisper of a stirring,
A Lady in her keep,
Restless and close to wakening,
White Princess still asleep.

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