Autumns’ sister.
Have you ever listened to the breeze on a cold September day?
And how she calls for her sister in her lonely voice.
As the days grow longer her voice starts to falter,
And her tears can almost be felt.
Have you heard that voice so sweet it make you shiver?
Then you’ve heard autumns’ sister spring.
The warm and gentle voice ushers in a new beginning,
And puts an end to desperation.
This agile sister loves to whisper,
Silent words of secret lovers,
And she makes one find that other
You’ve been searching for so long.
So I thank this sister for her coming,
And autumn for her cold,
For in this cold September breeze,
I can hear the sisters call.