A few golden leaves cling to the trees,
The sun never quite rises like it once did,
The birds have gotten the call and headed for warmer shores.
The beauty of Summer has faded,
Just like those Summer days did turn into night,
Slowly then all at once.
We are left with what remains,
Waiting for Nature to return again.
And return it shall,
Or perhaps it never leaves,
One cannot forget the vibrant Cardinal,
Or the mighty evergreen.
