By the time
we’ve learned
to miss it..
it’s already gone.

The stars
are sparkling
brightly
by the time
we’ve grieved
The Sun.

The Moon
is in full radiance
by when the stars
have already
dimmed.

The summer’s
heat is scorching
by the time
we reminisce
about the gentle
kiss of spring.

The leaves
upon The Tree
have lost their color
by the time
the summer’s warmth
bids its farewell.

The Tree is naked..
shivering in chilling
winds of winter..
by the time its coat
of many leaves
already fell.