As the sun stood bravely visible,
For not a cloud formed,
Or dreamed all below too go,
And the bold songbirds migrate back and show their beautiful colours,
The delicate air so mild, with just a hint of warmth,
Moves us along these worn down natural trails, yet to be explored,
With lush hills and greens still alive,
One would believe that summer could still survive,
As we observed the fading light of this Friday,
An autumnal equinox will launch us all,
For the new tomorrow day will show us, Fall.
