raising leafy arms, stretching and yawning
craning their necks to watch the day dawning
my flowers, climb out of their garden bed
wondering if the coming night's frost is the one to dread
will they enjoy the dawn as again they go to sleep?
while Jack Frost's icy fingers their tender blossoms seek
they close their eyes and wrap their petals tight
hoping to keep out the cold that comes at night
one by one they will lay down their summer blooms
accept the falling blanket of leaves as winter looms
come October, they will know their final battle has been lost
and for their summer's pleasures, they pay the ultimate cost.