As the sun fades to black

So does the summer fade from green to fall

As the time marches to its temporal tune

Watch the bright colors

As they try to shout over their neighboring trees

Then turn to brown and drop

They spar over who once found the most color

As finches rush to seek shelter in the bushes that still

Maintain their cloaks.

Wherever there are leaves to shield them they bounce vibrantly

They move playfully day into night

Then as the laughter of lovers blends with the sunset

The summer ends

As the night falls

Only to repeat the cycle

In the morrow.