The leaves have not yet fallen from this tree
It makes my room so dark I cannot see.
Winter clocks will change and lengthen nights.
The sun will scarcely rise nor give much light.
The angle of the sun brings danger near
It blinds the eyes and fills us with great fear.
in Sudeley Castle chapel the stained glass
Concentrates the light and let’s it pass
The world is different every day and hour
it is the same for little winter flowers
Look a[ modern life we are too rushed
The artist in us all is daily crushed.
When we struggle fearing we are lost
The spirit we all share will pay the cost.
It doesn’t save that you have great wealth
As long as there are poor you have no health.