As often fades the summer day with bright blue sky's turning grey.
To seek the shelter from a hollow tree, as to nestle in the comfort of thee.
How bright the candle burns at night when all around has shed it's light.
The cold night air and a hard frosty morn come face to face with fallow and fawn; and the blackbird no longer sings as he flutters around on dark coloured wings.
Underfoot the tread of crisp white snow with thoughts of fires and embers glow.
Yet hidden deep beyond this cosy life are children full of want and strife.
A louder thought with love insight could help the needy in their plight.
How often fades the summer day when fields are full of bales of hay.
How green is our valley with snow on it's peak's, a far cry from the ghetto with it's gift of famine and a stench that reeks.
How often fades the summer day in a world that seems to have it's own way.
As we stand and listen to rules and laws, there are countries and places being engulfed by wars.
Floods and earthquakes but do they really care, just donate to a fund but will they get the full share. A new generation of asbo's and hoods, if these are outlaws then send them back to the woods.
As often fades our summer day with autumn and winter a short way away.Then we look to the sky and so often wonder why, how quickly life has passed by
