Let the rains come as the leaves turn brown
As summer goes, and a new curve is down
Not only in bumbershoots, but the every present frown
Days get colder, snow threatens the ground.
Let the petals catch the drops while they can
Even if the opportunity of growth is now ‘can’t’
Someday the cycle will come back ‘round
Splendid flowers, reachable sunshine to be found