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