fall is here: spring is soon

time is slippin away like summer into fall
a gradual thing, hardly noticeable at all
until the leaves aren't green
and the grass doesn't need mowing

I'll stop feeding the fish in my pond
They'll slow down, but their life goes on
huddling together down below
in submerged lilies that don't grow

But it won't be long till winter's come and that
Is why I'm clearing things out for spring
And my life's the same; it's why I'm grabbing my hat
And writing songs that are made to sing

Because though the leaves die and start to fall
The trees are still standing strong and tall
And winter really means only one thing:
Soon, very soon, it's going to be spring.