SUMMER comes AUTUMN
Spinning in circles through cycles of seasons,Dancing in the wind, Floating on a breeze,
Rolling down a hill making a wide path,
Smiling from above while flying in the clouds,
Sprinkles of cinnamon flavor your tastes,
All rolled in a ball crashing through leaves,
Standing up straight to look over fields,
Running through fields of wheat,
Whispering like the wind in golden waves,
Watching butterflies paint daises in pastel splendor,
Skipping stones through crashing waves,
Sinking in wet sand up to your knees,
Hiking up dunes for all to see,
Swinging from vines tree to tree,
All the leaves of color are changing,
Getting it done before it all stops,
Soon winter approaches, Cometh the cold,
Huddled in front of fires, Drinking hot cider,
Summer is gone, Fall is falling away,
Sun hides for a season, We all wait,
Spring will be upon us again, The cycle comes back around to start all over one more time.....
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