Fading flowers – Drooping low;

Where did the warm summer go?;

Every day – The wind’s more harsh;

Very soon – The frost will start;

Unlike the bear in it’s cave ;

These plants cannot hibernate;

They don’t have wings to fly south;

They can’t even move about;

No way for them to escape;

To warm temps ‘fore it’s too late;

Guess they still have memories;

Of fun times that summer bringed;

And their seeds, down in the ground;

Will, in springtime, grow – rebound;

As the plants are born again;

When harsh winter has its end.