Golden red-orange maple leaves now decorate my lawn...
and, I can always tell when the sun will rise the minute it is dawn
The rooster calls out its name from its big red barn out back
waking all the ducks and geese to run in circles making noisy quacks.

There's a creek that runs by my house, and the frogs come out at night
while the birds on top of my red barn like to take off for a flight
There will be apple pie with cinnamon baking in the stove
and, the scent of walnuts wafting through the air with a tiny bit of clove
The moon will grow bigger as the months begin to pass...
and, the children will all start complaining that their summer went too fast.

and the worst part is-
you'll travel the world, you'll experience life and grow up, go far from here, and you'll still find yourself looking twice at every guy who passes by, hoping it's him. hoping he's somewhere looking for you, too.