The Death Of Summer:

My shattered eyes won't easily forget
That terrible destruction I saw that day,
When on my daily stroll I came across
An unpleasant face from my yesterdays.

Laying right there beneath a maple tree
In the middle of the park for all to see,
Was what was left of her mangled body
Littering the ground with bloody debris.

She was drained of her healthy colors
And her beautiful smile it was no more,
For her very presence paralyzed my soul
And chilled my bones to their very core.

The scent of death consumed the air
As I stood there shivering with fear,
And so overcomed with grisly concern
For her dismel demise was vividly clear.

As my mixed emotions turned into tears
My breathing labored with every breath,
For at that very moment it all set in
My once dear friend had meet her death.

It was not certain from the stare I had
Just who was responsible for her decline,
But one thing did arrouse my curiosity
All of the evidence that was left behind.

So I stood there weeping for my friend
For her brighter days are now obscured,
But as I got closer it was then I realized
That Summer's death had a punctual cure.

For I saw Autumn amongst the shadows
Prancing about in her coat of many fabrics,
And in that moment my mind put at ease
For she was just up to her Winter tactics.

Then all of my worrying turned into relief
For my dear friend Summer and her bling,
Because she was taken in seasonal time
And all her ambiance will return in Spring.