Reflections in the water like shadows in my mind,
speak to me of passing days and nights and passing time.
The falling leaves are whispering, winter's on its way,
I close my eyes remembering the warmth of yesterday.
It seems a shame to see September swallowed by the wind,
and more than that, it's oh so sad to see the summer's end.
And though the changing colors are a lovely thing to see,
if it were mine to make a change, I think I'd let it be.
