I notice that this evening
Colors bright to blind the eye
Have faded and look weary
As does the color of the sky
Fall takes some of the edge off
I'm sure it's making things subdued
In preparation for the big show
When the trees are brightly hued
Each season has its beauty
When roses cease to bloom
Nature is doing housekeeping
And only making room
Soon we will be raking
Raindrops will leave a chill
Goblins will be calling
Yellow buses will climb the hill
Everything has its season
It's the same with human kind
Just go along from year to year
It's easier, you will find
© By Joy (JOY3032@aol.com)
