Waiting for Autumn
The bible says that one day
The trees will clap their hands
I look at them now, as August fades
And wonder what they are thinking
Or what they are feeling.
Is there sad music running through their veins
As they watch the sun set earlier every evening
And all of them, especially the old ones, know
That their green robes and dresses will soon be gone
And they will stand naked in the cold.