Looking out the window,
The raindrops are falling,
The summer is gone,
Fall and winter are calling…

The sunny days are over,
Sooner than we know,
The wind and rain will come,
And so will the snow…

The foliage turns colors,
Flowers die and grass is brown,
Not much green anymore,
The leaves are drifting down…

Red, yellow and orange,
Are the colors now displayed,
But the days may still be bright,
Even though the clouds create more shade…

The wind will be blowing,
And the bite will be bitter,
But once the snow falls,
The ground will start to glitter…

Spring, summer, fall and winter,
The cycle repeats itself every year,
Is this your favorite season?
Mine has just disappeared….
 

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