As the end of summer onwards near
My heart softens with a gentle touch,
This angle that has fallen here,
Has rekindled my spirit such.
Every hour like a minute
My mind does not even blink
To catch everything in it
This minute I don’t think.
I act on nature’s impetus,
That ethereal beauty never dying
With every word Thy speakest
What makes you think I’m lying?
How I could spend the hours
Wastefully in your care;
With all of God’s great powers,
Eternity surely there.