September's Child Part Two

( continued from September's Child Part one) But Autumn does not love Winter Autumn yearns for Spring But Spring with her bubbling laughter It is Summer she chases after Hurt and disgusted Autumn becomes A season of depression for his love rejected His leaves of orange, red and gold Turn to a decaying brown. He tries in vain to change To conquer Winter Yes if this he could do Then Spring will he be with But Winter strong, her winds they blow She buries him with blizzards of snow. September's Child A love he has lost September's Child Alone and tormented Spring she will not have him Summer shines him by Winter she does control him Autumn the season when love dies. September's Child through he breathes The breath of life Deep inside he has died For a love he can not have. Came September I looked up at the trees Red, orange , gold were her leaves I plucked a few from her arms And kept them in a paper sack of brown. And I released them into the wind That Spring.