Summer's End

Old sturdy oaks, rise great with pride Their beaten trunks stand side by side With bending boughs, they offer shade They quiver in the forest glade No longer green, will soon be bare In spring their tendrils green and fair A cradle to the robin's nest Fleeting forth to find their rest With leaves soon gone, like bone and flesh When summer's ending, taking rest This golden earth one can depend Change will come, new things begin..