Summer's Almost Gone
Our Summer is almost gone,
and with the winds of change, in the air,
The green beauty of heavily laden limbs,
shading all that's there.
Breezes persist to bring a new hope,
in colors of an Autumn, so rare,
The leaves to sense a recompense,
a bouquet of the rainbow's flair.
Then, we to find our garbs of change,
to wear in the chill of the days,
As we watch squirrels playfully chase,
in trees, all, a picture of grace.
Autumn is coming, and with not a plan,
of what we should all conceive,
A time to prepare, of new life to spare,
a considering, in what we believe.
The times realized are not quite the same,
that do linger, before our gaze,
Spoken of old, full of wonders, untold,
and those were the best in our days.
As Summer goes by, brings tears to the eye,
all to miss its sweetness, so fair,
The Fall of our lives, somehow deprives,
our free spirits, without any care.
Then to come.as a Winter's drum,
a beating of the coldness and with its snows,
How far we've trod, each, upon this sod,
and in every heart each, all so knows.
Is our life to be lived here in vain,
the suffering masses, undergoing such pain,
Would tomorrow then break upon a new day,
in our dismay, and all's disdain?
The scent of the apples, and grapes are ripe,
can Autumn's signs, be so near,
In Summer's passing, a regret, resigned to worry and fret,
and all to live a life of fear?
It's now we should act, with our intellects, intact,
preparing for the worst and in our best,
Our futures can be bright, in the dark of night,
with the spirits, in which we all, are so blessed.