The old man wakes,
Stiff as a board,
As he reaches for the medicine he takes,
He looks out the window, floored.
As he looks all around,
The trees have all died,
Their leaves on the ground,
Only the tall pines stand with pride.
The old mans wife, Clever as ever,
Walks into the kitchen, Ready to bake,
Reaches for her pans, and turns the lever,
Looking out the window, She sees him grab a rake.
As he walks to the old barn standing so tall,
He mutters to himself “I can’t believe it’s already Fall”