A rabbit watches me as I past by,
Twitching his nose from side to side.
Birds escape to the sky,
Hurrying away before the leaves have died.

The sun gleams overhead
As the clouds drift lazily from end to end.
Flowers slowly close their buds
Their bright colors hidden

Breezes sway the trees and they softly groan
As if tenderly asking, "Why don't you stay?"
"I can not stay," I say
"for summer days is where I stay."

All the leaves are seeming green but soon to be browns, goldens, reds
It is almost harvest time and little creatures will prepare their winter beds.
I will be back again and this I will say
Goodbye for now but look for me as warm days come to stay.