The sun is hot, the wind is low
and soft against your face.
The trees are green, their shadows
tall and cool in their embrace.
The grass is bright, the flowers vivid,
and swaying in the breeze.
The mood is light, the kids are happy
and everyone's at ease.
The sun is gone, the wind is cold
and sharp against your face.
The trees are dark, their shadows
thin and bare in their embrace.
The grass is dead, the flowers too
do not sway in the breeze.
The mood is dark, the kids are sick
and no one is at ease.
The people fear this time of year,
it's always such a bummer.
The cold and dark that eases
in when fall replaces summer.
- Briana Resley