Son of Springs

There was a garden, green and bloomed, But was yearly, by autumn doomed.

Spring when comes, autumn shall leave.
When autumn comes, spring shall grieve.

However, once, this routine flopped.
A son of spring, this turning stopped.

Although it happened many decades, I will defend these autumn’s raids.

We own this garden, all in all, Shall not give autumn even a small.

To us this garden wholly belongs, Let not raise autumn any demands.

Hint:
The human being, vicegerent of God, has been given the power to give positive direction to the multifarious levels of existence in the universe.

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