I walk around outside
And I never thought that a season could lie.
Autumn has just begun
but why do I feel the warm summer sun?
I can't keep up with these different season lies
Staring ahead at the tree
Different colors grow on the leaves
It's so confusing
what is the season the trees are telling me?
I never thought a season could lie.
Oct 23, 2016
Oct 23, 2016 at 11:21 PM UTC
I walk around outside
And I never thought that a season could lie.
Autumn has just begun
but why do I feel the warm summer sun?
I can't keep up with these different season lies
Staring ahead at the tree
Different colors grow on the leaves
It's so confusing
what is the season the trees are telling me?
I never thought a season could lie.
I hope some of you can catch on to the meaning of this poem.