Autumn

Let us be merry and filled with good cheer;
Let us sing loudly with never a fear.
Blue skies turn grey, and the bright days grow drear;
Let us be merry, though autumn is here.

Mournful winds chatter; new colors appear.
Trees lose their leaves, and the grasslands are sere.
Forests are dripping when storm clouds draw near.
Let us be merry, now autumn is here.

Harvest and plenty, with laughter and cheer;
Fires are crackling, the flames flicker clear.
Food on the table, there’s nothing to fear.
Let us be merry, for autumn is here.

December 12, 2013