Summer is gone with its bejewelled splendour
The trees standing tall
They know it is Fall,
Their leaves they will soon surrender.
Time flies on the wings of an eagle -
Time doesn’t wait for you and me,
Time dresses Fall in colours so regal;
Time strips the trees of greenery.
Chilly winds blow the leaves asunder
The birds too are gone
The scene so forlorn
The silence deepened by the distant rolls of thunder.
Gone too will be the last seagull
The snow will be here,
Too soon it will appear
Numbing the senses, making life so dull.
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