Please cease for me o restless breeze
And let the day be still,
As leaves do fall from autumn trees
And scatter now at will.
So long it feels since summer glowed
And woodland was of green,
And daisies lined this winding road
Such beauty here I'd seen.
Where butterflies so gaily flew
And settled on each flower,
Beneath the richest skies of blue
I'd often spent an hour.
But now above the skies are grey,
And breeze does blow all hope away.
ANDREW BLAKEMORE
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/please-cease-for-me-o-restless-breeze/
