Greens of summer are slowly fading
Making way for the reds of fall…
Soon the flakes will bathe the paving
How can I get through this all?
The dusty trail and the trees of green
getting soaked in the drops of rain
The flowers and bees, the wind and the breeze
All seem to whisper your name
The shortest shorts are getting longer
And the flowers are growing a wild
The chills of fall are slowly creeping
How do I cope with this divide?
Days are long, the nights are longer
Sweet memories keep me alive
The dawn of day makes me more stronger
The promise of you soon, by my side.
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