When It Was Once Summer
The birds crow a weeping melody, trees clean of leaves.
I run my hand along the ground, the dirt kissing my sleeves.
The grass cries sweet nothings about the time we lay here last
But that time was only then, and I have to leave you in the past.
I miss when it was summer, and the trees would hold our hand
Because now cold and autumn has come, and I don’t want to stand.
Come back to me, dear summer, come back and say hello
I miss when I was happy, when everything was yellow
I tell you now, and please beware, beyond the weeping cries
Spring calls out for growing season, because everything must die.
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