Let the music play!
Fear shall not silence our voice,
Join in the chorus,
In action, intent, and song,
Make right America’s wrongs.
Let the music play!
Fear shall not silence our voice,
Join in the chorus,
In action, intent, and song,
Make right America’s wrongs.
Watching the sun soar
Lower in the clear blue sky,
I am filled with joy,
It is finally Autumn!
Then trepidation sinks in…
Your wonderful words,
Carried by an Autumn song.
Round, and crystal-clear.
Such is your Siren’s call that,
Even the trees are blushing.
Deciduous trees,
“Holding back” the howling wind,
Sadly, with each gust,
A pale yellow tragedy,
Falling towards the forest floor.
This forest knows us,
And the games we play below.
Empty oak branches,
No longer obscure the view.
Our laughter, pauses mid-sigh.
Your Spring years long gone,
While your Summer song sunsets
Into Autumn’s arms.
Do not worry so, for think:
How gorgeous Autumn’s can be!
Oh what a morning
An orange sun surrounded
By a morning mist
Covering the landscape like
Sweet marmalade over toast
Without sheet music
Chimes begin their melody
In an Autumn wood
Where maple ballerinas
Perform intricate ballets.
My goodness the trees!
How tall they grow together
With long winding roads
Leading to a friendly feast
Where apple pie is best pie
These tears freely fall
Like leaves on an autumn breeze
How fragile we are
With uncertain tomorrows
Paris Mon Coeur tend la main.