Feeling the end of summer's night,
STOP! Listen to the winter's cry.
Feel the chill in the air so near,
yes, that means it's almost here.
Watch the colors fade in the sun,
the first sign that summer is done.
Life fading quickly from all the flowers,
this is it..their final hours.
All the berries, fruit, & trees just wait,
for they know their certain fate.
All the leaves fall...beautiful red & gold,
leaving behind their stories to be told.
Sit now & await the new birth of summer's life...
as you listen to winter's cry.