It's Late August (summer heat)

Autumn leaves

want to start blowing
off the trees

but it's not time yet

it's late August and
the sun at it best

 

oh the wind is blowing
through my hair

and I am stood there

in my garden looking
around

wondering who in town

on a day like today

 

as I stand there on the
grass

I can feel a blast of
that late august sun

warming my back saying
I am not done

 

I'm the last of the
summer

the summer heat

I don't want to be put
to sleep right now you see

and then I see a
balloon is the air flying everywhere

and I wonder who let go
of it

 

sunflower blowing in
the breeze

they petals gently
falling from them

oh where are the bees I
bet there at home

making honey for me tea

that funny

you see

I don't even like
honey anyway

 

I can see clouds
sailing by

against the blue sky

brightness white clouds
that I ever seen

they look like a ship
on the sea

sailing by in the late
summer sky

oh how I wise I could
fly

 

Autumn leaves

want to start blowing
off the trees

but its not time yet

its late August and the
sun at it best

 

I can see clouds
sailing by

against the blue sky

brightness white clouds
I ever seen

they look like a ship
on the sea

sailing by in the late
summer sky

oh how I wise I could
fly

oh I can feel the sun
on my back

and is please me

the sun is fighting
back