Nice warm days becoming fewer,
Summer will be on her way
To a place where Spring has lingered.
How I wish Summer could stay.
Fall will bring in his big brushes
With his cans of red and gold,
Spreading color with abandon
In his manner grand and bold.
When strong winds bring down his art forms,
Fall will pack his gear and go
To where summer has been reigning,
Leaving us with Winter's snow.
Though we'd like to choose the seasons,
God controls them with good reasons.