Summer’s end,
to the blowing wind.
The leaves start to change,
as life begins to rearrange.
It’s a crying hsame,
that it can’t stay the same.
Loving the fun,
knowing it is soon to be done.
Time for back to school,
which is definitely not cool.
Seeing fall coats,
while people leave their boats.
Seeing the days grow shorter,
knowing it is back to the brick and morter.