The garden still is green
And green the trees around,
But the winds are roaring overhead
And branches strew the ground.
And to-day on the garden pool
Floating an autumn leaf;
How rush the seasons, rush the years,
And, O, how life is brief!
And green the trees around,
But the winds are roaring overhead
And branches strew the ground.
And to-day on the garden pool
Floating an autumn leaf;
How rush the seasons, rush the years,
And, O, how life is brief!
Richard Watson Gilder
A very poetic reflection on "time flies"!
ReplyDeleteLove it!!!!
ReplyDeleteA beautifully expressed truth.
ReplyDeleteAnd, on this side of the world, our trees are emerging from their winter sleep and there is more green each day.
Wonderful quote.
ReplyDeleteOh to be able to write like this 🍁💮🍂
I love this! Big Hugs!
ReplyDeleteI did enjoy this :)
ReplyDeleteAll the best Jan