[Eadha Deora]

Oh the beauty of the earth!
How my soul is filled with mirth.
Green and golden, bright celedon
leaves flutter down upon the lawn.
Orange, purple, wine-red, brown,
all the leaves are falling down.
The wind is chill but still it tells
of warm days, of the hay-mead smells,
of the year's last blossoms sweet,
of geese who hie south to meet.
I will laugh and forever sing
of the beauty of everything!
Fresh draughts of enduring life,
with its pain, love, beauty, strife.
I love life: so rich and so deep,
like an ocean, its secrets keep
hidden in the depths, waiting
to be found, never hating
me, laughter's queen. And they are found!
Life's buried treasures I have found.
It is beauty, it is time,
it is nature so sublime.
Rejuvination. Birth. Sweet mirth.
Sleep. Death. Peace: great cycle of worth.
Oh the beauty of the earth!
In my soul shall ne'er be dearth.