The Sun on the West Virginia Hills br br Autumn basks under the Golden Shower Tree br Paddling softly over its flowery bed below, br Away from crazy jazz of the perfumed night br Mild sweet scent scatters the fragrance of soul. br br The fragile weathered leaves on the ground br Produce rustling music that in bliss abounds, br The light brown leaves reflect the radiant light br All is well packed in your poetic brilliance bright. br br Setting sun behind the West Virginia Hills br Sounds the bugle of a new morn tomorrow, br The Buddha’s Banyan Tree still stands erect br To enlighten many more minds san sorrow.br br C. P.