Karen Elson

Mid beautiful flowers
Bright fields and clear streams
We pass precious hours
Of summer and dreams
The birds' gentle twitter
The frog's silver peep
All seem to have faded
While we were asleep
The song we're now hearing
Is mournful and strange
As the sun starts to set
And the leaves start to change
From the hill over yonder
We hear the bulls cry
As the leaves start to fall
And the moon starts to rise
Oh, the bulls all howl at the moon
It is full and hung over the hill
The autumn leaves will all be falling soon
And then winter will come in for the kill
But there are still green trees
And one last round for the bees
Before we all freeze