You appear to me as colors do
(Showing affection by the seasons)
But who am I to question change?
(Knowing Nature has her reasons).

We know this warmth is wasting
(It's drifting from our grasp)
Tension peaks her hinting head again,
(We dread the day she lasts).

Coldness creeps between us
(It's growing day by day)
I cannot bear this in between,
(But always in Autumn we stay).