A Season's Change
As summer days, draw to an end.
Autumn leaves, begin falling,
from the trees,
Blowing softly, with the breeze.
Many colors, of red and gold,
Quickly changing.
As with life,
nothing ever stays, the same.
For all seasons, must come and go.
Copyright © Carla Cox | Year Posted 2009
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