The Dream Days

Dreamy days of summer, violet petals on the wind, Apple green forest music, too bad it will soon end, Petals cover wild walkways, summer's just leaving, Trees are weeping beauty, summer is just grieving. Tangelo sun is arising, full of destiny and purpose, Like fading seasons, always managing to resurface. Sunlit carpet of petals, late in a pretty garden year, Like puffy clouds, always going, until others appear.