As the summer has turned into fall
Overhead, is heard the Canadian geese call.
The air turns cooler from the Autumn breeze
It, won't take long until the Winter freeze.
No longer, will I look back and see
The beautiful colored leaves falling from the trees.
If I'm real quiet, I can hear the sound.
Of beautiful colored leaves, falling to the ground.
The cool air blowing off the lake
Chills my bones and my body aches
The Fall brings out a sense of dying upon the Earth
As the season turns into winter, I wait for springs new birth.
How many years, I'll get to live, I don' know.
But, every passing season, I feel my spirit grow
Chris
