Sad songs of summer and spring
Sad songs of summer and spring
Reverberate in the deep voices of the trees
And resound in high laments of the leaves.
They all mourn
For the time of growth and jubilation is over;
The trees understand and tuck themselves into their annual
hibernation
But not so with the proud leaves
They die with all the blaze and brightness.
Book shelves, book shelves, More book shelves, tall trees towering over me, a forest of Books, books, More books, leaves falling from the tall trees into the children’s hands, eager to be read. Chairs, chairs, More chairs, fields of grass to lie down and read the leaves in. Libraries, libraries, More libraries, forests of trees with leaves and long grass fields.
Fall is the season that awakens the pencil
Fall is the season that awakens the pencil And pens from their three months sleep. The season that demands that Children turn on their Brains. You walk up many Flights of stairs, you become A machine walking up stairs And learning like crazy.
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