Autumn
A fruit tree stole light from the sun,
And thus it soon became renowned,
Of its fruits was a sweetest one,
Which had no rival to be found,
It became the sweetest girl known,
Once it had fallen to the ground,
The girl was sadly all alone,
But soon learnt to shine on her own,
With an allure that was immense,
The girl could steal hearts with a glance,
Her siren call was so intense,
It could dangerously entrance,
Though most did love her elegance,
And would praise her at every chance,
One didn't like her brilliance,
Because it caused much annoyance,
The sun envied the girl's beauty,
For reasons that were plain to see,
Which made him slip in his duty,
As he had angst he wished to free,
The maiden had a fine physique,
And that all on earth did agree,
With attention she didn't seek,
The sun's prominence passed its peak,
The blow dealt unto the sun's pride,
Compelled him to act out of spite,
Till the point he was satisfied,
He held back some life giving light,
As the girl's looks were so sublime,
None saw the sun exert his might,
And so with the passing of time,
There was a stark change in the climb,
The sun's actions spurred a great change,
Which quickly caused many dismay,
The world gradually became strange,
As life slowly withered away,
Nature bore incredible strain,
As the sun had shortened the day,
People found it hard to explain,
And it nigh pointless to complain,
Concern inevitably spread,
So people turned to gods to plead,
Then sought to take action instead,
Sadly no course could be agreed,
With panic some were driven mad,
As they couldn't plant what they'd need,
While trees lost the leaves they once had,
Which made one especially sad,
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poem by Christian Lacdael
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