The serene beauty did it take,

Leaving dead leaves doomed to rake.

The flower fell when the wind did shake,

Leaving burnt ashes in its place.

The undine that swam in the river's berth,

Became a siren that laughed with mirth.

The fields of grass that laid so calm,

Became a moment filled with qualm.

The oak that stood with dignity,

Failed it's oath with humility.

And the laboring for human's sake,

Left bareness walking in its wake.