Locking all its rides.

It closes all it's portals, it puts away the kites.

The laughs of kids all playing, swinging in the air.

The sight of the young lovers, kissing everywhere.

You feel the wind blow through your hair, the smell of sweet incense.

The feeling in the air of every growing sense.

Your older, wiser. Your stronger, more brave.

You have enough common sense to not dig your grave.

You hum the tune of summer.

You whistle the tune of fall.

The winter's 'round the corner,

The snowmen comin' round.

You'll miss the sight of green, you'll miss the sight of blue.

But in the end, you'll discover,

It made a better you.

-Taki