As fall comes
Summer is done
Geese fly by
High in the sky
The leaves fall down
They all turn brown
But as everything dies
It will come back alive
When spring
Begins
To sing
As fall comes
Summer is done
Geese fly by
High in the sky
The leaves fall down
They all turn brown
But as everything dies
It will come back alive
When spring
Begins
To sing
Every time I see
An empty chair,
I wonder whose ghost
Is sitting there.
Comments
This piece is so simple, but reflects the seasons so well! You should find a title for it!
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