Autumn’s comin’
With cold rains
Paints the world in vivid tints
Where was green
Now red and yellow
Sing a summer’s farewell swings
And the trees
Yet have some green,
That reminds of leaving season
Now they know
And now they feel
Even ageing has it’s reason
In the summer
So alluring
Were the clothes which covered trees.
Stayin’ nude
They shed last leaves now
Carrying off by autumn’s breeze
Spring will come
Brings back their beauty
But autumn puts them in confuse
That’s why the trees
And all the flowers
Sing everlasting Nature’s Blues
Change Of Seasons
© Copyright: Никодим Святославов, 2005
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