KNOCKING
September is knocking Knocking on August’s door September is knocking And will not be ignored But will August answer Or will she say, “No. September, you’re early, Away, September, go!”
September is knocking Knocking on August’s door September is knocking And will not be ignored But will August answer Or will she say, “No. September, you’re early, Away, September, go!”
Perfect days are meant To be bottled and saved Uncorked and savored On less-perfect days On days that need brightening In every way They will bless us with colors That with us will stay To uplift our spirits On those less-perfect days
What can we learn From the wind, the rain? Our troubles are transient As is our pain What can we learn From the moon, the sun? When one day has ended A new day’s begun What can we learn From the changing seasons We all have a place, A time and a reason
A tale of sun And summer days Where bees work And rabbits play In butterfly gardens Under skies of blue Where migrant birds Are just passing through En route to find More days of sun In a far-off land Where summer’s just begun
It is in the middleOf your storyWhen you truly find outThe strength it takesTo turn the page