As I sit by this semi-creek,
The time is ripe to have my speak,
Regarding this autumn-spring of mine,
Blossoming further as my spirits shine,
Life is, O, so good.
I taste its fruits where I do go; in what I read, write and do,
I feel my time is coming nigh and the joy that will ensue.
In this dawn of life I have no fear, I walk on orange clouds,
My heart is unfettered, weightless, free – the grace of glimmering mounds.
Friends and foes will come and go, but I will carry on,
I’ve earned my right to wear my crown – in my summer’s dawn.