to the sky I spy the amber sun

to the sky I spy the amber sun
in winter harsh and glum
wandering blue as ample ramble
clouds are barely one

grateful for forest green
splendid spruce pine for me
froze the earth and all she glean
troubled in her worth esteem

be well the time abate
no seconds on the plate
to think it all too late
remorse is great

the music curve
arch angels sing
to know the very truth of life
to have you in my sphere

translucent waters cleanse their care
to guide the rivers collide regale

out of my element there
in a state of kind regard reflect eclectic stars

hurl gold moon into ultramarine sea
pink sky resign turn darkest wine

follow hallowed tomorrow with tumultuous slumber
colder than a sorrow in summer.