When I descry snowflake flutter form sky,
In thee thy course ere thou say farewell,
Rewind when she first appeared, that blissful time:
Which bounteous lore thou shouldst in bount coddle.
Changing desolation where affluence lies,
Thou that art the garden's fresh ornament,
Bringing a messiness thine fiery radiance lights,
Thy indoctrination make us content.
But flames wouldst not have been forever ragged,
That I among the wastes of time must go,
Since thee sweets and softy time wouldst lapsed,
Rather than wallow, I shall find ow'st road.
Grateful to instruction, thou art best teacher,Goodbye to Amber, long live and prosper.