4A song cuts through the summer's mist -
A song of faithful note and key -
An octave floating through the air
As beautiful as one may be.
Through mountains, valleys, clouds, and skies,
The wingéd notes take to their flight.
The mouths of singers fair, divine
Are bringing nature all her might.
In lands now lost to each man's eye,
The singer sings her mystic song.
Eternal breeze brings melody
So sweet and loft and long.
The maiden Time knows many tunes;
Not each breeze shall bring sweet air.
For now, the music strings your soul,
But soon, you should beware.
Should Lady's song change tune or key,
The wingéd notes will take to flight.
The mouths of singers damned, maligned,
Will rush to nature all her might.
The hearts of men are just as clear,
If not as fair or foul a voice.
Mind the seasons and their songs.
Mind your every choice.