Sunday, July 1, 2007
WHEN THE SEASON'S OVER
They say the leaves dance,
That they twirl and they prance,
That they whirl as they waltz,
A sight the viewer halts.

They speak of beauty,
As the leaves leave the tree,
Covering the harsh ground below,
In shades of red and golden yellow.

They talk of autumn,
With hope of what's to come,
Of endings and new beginnings,
In spring when the birds shall sing.

But they know not that when,
These few months are over then,
Winter and darkness shall fall,
And in misery shall cover all.
posted by Clezevra @ 9:10 PM  
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