Autumn has come to play, what a day.
The sycamore trees are shakin' off their leaves.
Witness this inevitable attraction, in action,
as the ground is covered with love from above.
I could stand out here for hours
being christened by the showers,
but the day is slippin' away,
and I ain’t even begun to play,
so I stroll to the square
to join the pack kickin' the sack.
The sky is three different shades of gray
and I don’t mind to say
it’s my favorite kind of day.
I don’t know what’s come over me,
but suddenly all I can see
is the beauty that surrounds me.
The sun arrives late on the scene,
peering between the evergreens,
and all along the branches,
the elegant light silently dances.
The wind whispered in my ear
and quick as it came it disappeared,
but I heard it loud and clear.
So many people are unaware
of what it is they have to share,
and the value therein
is not a thing to be measured by men.
I don’t know what’s goin' on with me,
but suddenly all I can see
is the beauty that surrounds me.