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 The Death of Summer |
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by Tyler Baier tcb24@cornell.edu The death of summer is upon us Slowly it goes to sleep Fall strips it of its life support Starving it 'til emptiness Helplessly we watch As our gardens lose their color And as the flowers die away Our emotions also fade Its demise is in the withered trees As they show their naked skin Fall forces them to drop their clothes And expose their barren limbs The summer grass has had its fun Bright green turns into brown While fallen leaves and acorns Like a coat cover the ground The sun wanes in the distance Causing dim November days Darkness steals our daylight And the Earth begins to gray The mercury starts to fall While the wind strengthens its blow Sending down a freezing rain Or a thin blanket of snow We rush inside to make a fire To chase the cold air out While countless birds fly far away To a home much further south Gray smoke shoots from the rooftops Floating into a grave sky For many marking misery From being stuck inside But the frost taking the flowers Shouldn't be taken as an end For it's just the death of summer In the spring it's born again
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