August

Aimlessly leaves blowing around in the wind, like my drifting mind, Ushering the days of weathering flowers, like laziness in the old age, Gone are the days of bright summer flowers and routine goal oriented busy life, Ushering in a month of joyful ease, from no time to all the time at the slow pace life, Sweet August, with your days so long, strive to find a new way to pass the time, Tales of laughter and love belong, till the time may have passed you by.