Summer's End

One by one, the petals drop

There's nothing that can make it stop

You can not bag, a rose to stay

Why does it have to be that way



The butterflies, i used to chase

Have gone off to some other place

I don't know where, I only know

I wish they didn't have to go



And all the shiny afternoons

So full of birds and big balloons

And icecream melting in the sun,

Are done. I don't want them done.