Leaves are falling from the trees,
creating a look that’s bald and cold.
All the bright colors slowly fade,
turning into brown, orange, yellow or red.
Birds are preparing themselves
to take the long flight to the south.
The sun has trouble
to shine through the grey clouds
Summer ended,
Fall has arrived.
But all I can think about,
A new season started without you.
Soon it will be a year that you made that
last trip up to Heaven,
that you are gone.
You’re with the Angels now,
where God said you’d belong.
….