Autumn's Hand

Now from us the summer departs,
Uprooting itself from upon our hearts,
For who never loved it's scenery,
with blues, and purples, and all it's greenery?

Who disliked the roses red,
And all the colours in the flower bed,
Who didn't enjoy the warmer days,
And complained against the sunny rays?

Sadly, summer can't last all the year,
For in it's place will Autumn appear,
And over the earth it will pass it's hand,
To sweep away these colours grand.

The petals have faded from the roses red,
And all of their colours the flowers have shed,
The Autumn cold replaces summer heat,
And the sky with clouds is now replete.

But all is not lost when Autumn arrives,
For under it's hand the colours still thrive,
For when colours bright are swept from the land,
They are replaced with Autumn's own brand.

Yellows, oranages and that rusty hue,
Are placed on all trees within our view,
And their leaves which fall upon the ground,
Are taken by Autumn and browned.

Look at what the Autumn has done,
To grass once scorched by Summer's sun:
Autumn has painted it green again,
And revived it with all it's rain.

Enjoy all the newness which Autumn brings,
And all the colours it puts in things,
For now it's time to welcome Autumn here,
And say farewell to summer, until next year.
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(c) Daniel J 2005+
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