The season is changing
it's felt in the air
in the clouds sky and leaves
everywhere
Time has a pattern
the tick of the clock
it resonates in every step
that we walk
A season is changing
from diner to shore
from rivers and creeks
to a now open door
Expectations of summer
the temperatures past
float down with the leaves
who's color won't last
It doesn't quite matter
how much we prepare
for the change of the season
the weight of the air
All seasons keep changing
for thats what they do
bringing life, bringing death
while cycling through
The passing of time
from minute to day
reminds us that seasons
were not meant to stay
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