These Valiant
by Santokh Singh.

In throes of their autumn
their colour slowly fading
felled and golden they lie
whom no dawn can awaken.

What is left but shadows
paling but wait surely their
scars darken in mortality
as billowing dusk gathers?

They no longer resist the tyrant
winds that shadow the moon
never more to rise or bloom
seized by death these valiant -

O Waheguru!