End of Autumn
Autumn is flinging her colors around
Leaves thickly cover the ground
It's cold and gray and the trees look bereft
Wearing only the few leaves the wind has left
Undecided
When the heat of the summer was upon me,
I thought I would wither away,
And I vowed to myself, not to grumble
When the days turned cold and gray.
But summer's heat is gone and forgotten
The days are windy and cold
As i shiver away, I rue the day
I complained of the summer's gold.
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