Reflections in the water like shadows in my mind

speak to me of passing days and nights and passing time.

The falling leaves are whispering, winter's on its way

I close my eyes remembering the warmth of yesterday

It seems a shame to see September swallowed by the wind

and more than that it's oh so sad to see the summer's end.

And though the changing colors are a lovely thing to see

if it were mine to make a change, I think I'd let it be.





But I don't remember hearing anybody asking me.