Change of Seasons, Change of Power
Fall has swept her scepter over the mountains
But the valley refuses to bow.
The aspens have acquiesced on the hills,
taking upon themselves the new coat of arms
but down below the resistance has continued.
The trees are sluggish to change their robes for the new queen
But slowly the resistance is crumbling
in the edges of the leaves
Talk of defection has begun
the wind is spreading the rumors,
persuading the trees with its chilly breath
The knights of the pinecones
are the only ones loyal
to summer
The wind, though it
is rebellious in the noontime,
upholding the dying reign of summer, it
cannot hold out forever.
All around us is the unseen fight
the foe a season
against the reigning king
of summer