Autumn
Summer’s heat is slowly fading;
One can hardly see the sun
That many clouds are darkly shading;
Falling raindrops are no fun.
The leaves of trees begin to change;
So many colours can be seen;
And people do not find it strange
That trees no longer are so green.
The stars are sparkling in the sky
Beside the silver shining moon;
The darkness isn’t really shy
And coming to us rather soon.
Like all four seasons of the year
Cold autumn sometimes isn’t dear.
© by Fina, 4.11.2009
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