My Stroll In September

It's the beginning of colorful Fall, many chilly days are expected ahead; tall pine trees don't heed the call, they are green and warmly dressed! Their slender images draw twitching shadows on the wild grass where a pink Lotus grows, no Monarch comes around to seep pollen; how cheerless is the voice of young Allen! It has rained for days, dogs don't bark, they need to catch frogs at the pond; no umbrellas today, sun rays abound, music is heard, Paul plays soft rock! Even my pace seems too sluggish, I pause sitting on a rock to wish; it's the perfect day for planning, I grab my guitar and start singing!