Summer's End

When we reach the end of summer
And the nights start turning cold
The aspen on the hillside
Take on many shades of gold.

The spruces that surround them
With their tips of greenish blue
Help provide a striking contrast
To the panoramic view.

The hills are all around us
With their mix of green and gold
And the lake that lies below us
Is a pleasure to behold.

But we’ve reached the end of summer
And it’s time to leave the scene
And turn to other pastures
Where the grasses are still green.

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