The wind is blowing in the air
trees are still very bare
planters plant there flowers in there gardens
as the sun gets hot and everything hardens
dirt gets dry
and grass grows high
as the first butterfly passes by
summer ends and fall begins
seeing people bring out bins
for there leaves to be thrown in
before the sleet falls from the sky
rain gets cold I will not lie
hail begins to come on down
and everything seems to frown
scarves and tuques sit on those heads
almost sometimes where those beds
soon they turn into that doll
sitting in your room alone
looking like they have not a bone
then it's spring again already
I know that it happens steady.
