(by Clippercut)
Well, Now its almost Autumn,
seems the summer never came,
Eat tomatoes while you got'em,
the frost will soon be on the pane.
Soon the leaves will start descending,
in colored patterns on the lawn,
I can't believe the Summers ending,
all the flowers will soon be gone.
The bluejay's cry heard from a distance,
just like a mourners sad lament,
breaks through the morning in an instant,
saying summers days are spent.
The catapiller now is sleeping,
in his mystic chrysalis,
all the while his secrets keeping,
till he spreads his wings for us.
Apples falling from the trees,
Neatly nestled in the grass,
testify to what we see,
Summers day's are fading fast.
God has given all things freely,
and unto us his son has sent,
Autumns coming, don't be sleeping,
believe and from your sins repent!
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