How does it happen. . . like the flip of a lightThose lazy, warm days, are now clearly out of our sight!
The vivid colors of one changing oh so fast
Now all there is, is our memories of the past. . .
Beautiful flowers replaced by pumpkins and ghouls
Then before too long. . . lawns and trees are covered in holiday jewels!
Tis the season for family, shopping and a little ho, ho, ho
There's no place I'd rather be. . . not even in a faraway chateau
Then those long winter days so cloudy and grey
Seem to never end. . . seem to never. . . go away
But then once again, like a flip of the light
Trees start to bud, and smells of the new season are right there in sight
How does it happen. . .I sure don't know why
So enjoy. . . don't just sit back and watch time fly by. . .