20Climb the mountains and get their good tidings. Nature's peace will flow
into you as sunshine flows into trees. The winds will blow their own
freshness into you, and the storms their energy, while cares will drop off
like autumn leaves.
-John Muir
Horns blare as hunters, hounds set out with zest.
At dawn with stars and moon still hanging high,
The sun already rises from his nest.
The cock crows triumphantly in the sky,
As blowing sweet kisses, Autumn steps up,
Strolling o'er to join peasants, old and young,
To drink deep from Dionysus's wine cup.
Behold! The daisies from the grass have sprung!
As trees are crowned in gold and ruby fair,
The musicians strike up a lively tune.
Mosquitoes' humming and pleasant night air
Soon lull all into contented, sweet swoon.
Dreaming of remote lands and distant seas,
Autumn smiles peacefully, even in sleep.