REMEMBERING THIS PLACE
SPENT FLOWERS IN THEIR SLUMBERS
DROOP AGAINST THE SOIL
EXHAUSTED FROM THEIR EFFORTS
THROUGH SUMMER THEY HAVE TOILED
THE TREES IN SILENT WHISPERS
CAST LEAVES UPON THE GRASS
ANSWERING THE VOICES
THAT SAY THIS SUMMERS PAST
SHRUBS WITH SEEDS ABANDONED
DIG DEEP INTO THE GROUND
WHILE AUTUMN WINDS IN CONCERT
DANCE EACH BOUGH AROUND
THE CLOUDS OBSCURE THE DAYLIGHT
CONFUSING LIGHT AND SHADE
AS IF THE SHOW IS OVER
AND ARTISTS MUST BE PAID
LIKE A THEATRE THAT IS EMPTY
NO SOUND OF LIFES APPLAUSE
JUST THE COMING WINTER
THAT KNOCKS UPON THE DOOR
THIS PLACE IS FULL OF MEMORIES
WHERE LAUGHTER RULED THE DAY
NOW GIVEN WAY TO SLEEPING
UNTIL THE SPRING DISPLAY
REMEMBERING THIS SUMMER
IS JUST A VACANT DREAM
FOR PAST IS PAST FOREVER
AND SOMETHING THAT HAS BEEN
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