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Autumn
The sunny days grow shorter,
The blue sky's mixed with gray,
Warm breezes blow more coolly,
As summer fades away;
Green treesbecome rainbows,
Browns, orsnges, yellow, reds,
The rabbits and the squirrels
Prepare their winter beds;
They gather food at morning,
And grass and twigs at noon,
To store up for the dark time,
For winter's coming soon;
And my days, too, grow shorter,
One by one, each fades away,
Into life's misty Autumn,
And my sky is mixed with gray;
And, I wonder as the days pass,
After all the words are said,
Like the rabbits and the squirrels,
Have I prepared my winter's bed;
Have I cared and loved and shown it
Throughout life's ebb and flow;
I ask, but no answers reach me
In the warmth of Autumn's glow.
