A CHANGING SEASON
Leaves of red and green, leaves turning brown,
Leaves falling all around, they fall and touch the ground.
Floating on down, wherever I’m walking, raining leaves,
Suddenly a gentle breeze, blowing leaves beyond the trees.
Nights showing up sooner as the days become shorter,
Temperatures are dropping as the warmth of day, earlier goes away.
A changing season is constant and repeats itself with the changing years,
Beautiful become the emptying trees, naked and alive without their leaves.
Slower does nature grow as soon getting ready to take that deserved rest,
The animals are beginning to collect and store for what’s next.
A changing season sets in motion a cycle of never ending energy and life.