Summer Is Running Away
The crickets chirped, autumns coming
Soon, the bees buzzed it too, the
Sun's not shining as brightly these
Days, I suppose it must be true
The birds' tweet, it won't be long, before
They sing their parting song, the caterpillar
Bids a summer farewell, as he wiggles
His way up a tree
The north wind blew in, in the early morn
A chill unfelt since early spring, putting
To rest any lingering doubt, summer is
Quickly, running away.
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Summer Is Running Away
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