NOVEMBER (The Days of My Youth)
Golden brown leaves glow under the cool sun,
The tree that shed them stands almost bare and undone;
Birds in multitudes fly towards the welcoming south,
With music like honey dripping from their ever-cheerful mouths;
Cold winter awaits the departure of the cool autumn,
As the stubborn season changer beats his fateful drum;
As each day dawns with the absence of heat,
The early morning fog makes the soil smell sweet;
As I await the impending arrival of the vain December,
I wonder why I should ever let go this sweet November.
wah wah wah :D
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