Our Seasons Change

Summer is at its end
And fallen leaves whisper
Autumn is lovelier
Auburn, gold interblend

Such tender days we spend
All in graceful blur
And fallen leaves whisper
Summer is at its end

The colors all transend
From green to dark amber
Seasons change forever
And now, my gentle friend
Summer is at it's end

by Elzie McEntire 1999

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