SUMMER TIME IS GONE MY FRIENDS.

Summer time is gone my friends
It slowly comes but quickly ends.
It's been replaced by time called Autumn.
Nature changes hues from top to bottom
Green gives way to red and gold.
A lovely vision to behold.
Whirling leaves go blowing by
Carrying smells of pumpkin pie.
The air turns crisp the sky fades grey.
Indian corn and bales of hay.
Overcoats and apple cider.
No more evenings on the glider.
The harvest moon so orange and round
Holidays will soon abound.
Chrysanthemum petals start to unfold
A lovely vision to behold.