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 of life.
                                    Keith Garrett