Come Before Winter

The sun sinks beneath the horizon
and another day draws to an end
carrying its sorrows to its grave.
The sun makes his journey quicker,
every day, it seems shorter;
he does not wish to pause and watch
as the summer slips away.
It is autumn today, and yesterday,
and maybe it will stay awhile,
but time trickles through the nets
and cannot be caught.
So I am calling to you now,
while I still have breath,
that you would accompany me
as we answer the summons.
The master is pleading,
"Come, come now.
I bid you come, quickly and soon."
Will you go with me?
There is a task at hand,
and it must be done soon
before the fall ends and the chance is gone.
Go with me, friend, while there is time,
but if you won't come now,
I cannot wait.
I will leave at the sunrise.
Will you be with me,
or not?
I urge you,
do not miss your chance.
Time is running short,
and the master says,
"Come before winter."
Let us go, before the time is gone.