The Light That Brightens Autumn Trees

Abe, the son of Jonas,
Grows old but ferments still
In his chest a thunderous heart
And an everlasting will

And like the light
That brightens autumn trees
Abe's mind shines everstrong
Neverchanging as the tiding seas

But the autumn trees
Grow dry and lose their leaves
Hampered by the storms
Their branches snap
Their bark cracks and chips
Becoming home to pests and worms

Yet the sun shines brightly
On the autumn trees now dying
Just as Abe's mind shines unceasingly
On his war waged body
Then, on the north wind
Winter claims its place
The autumn trees are peacefully sleeping
And Abe's being stiffens and crinkles odly.