• The cold breeze of morrow passes through

    The small town, now cold and dark

    Summer has bid you adieu

    It seems Winter has hit it’s mark


    The leaves were green, now falling down

    Orange, brown, yellow and red

    Requiem of Summer now going to town

    While you are all lying in your bed


    Peaceful Ete, cold and still

    Silenced by a chaotic end

    Summer over, stifling chill

    Poor Summer, axes soon descend


    Pathetic Summer, split head and socket

    It’s the Requiem de L’ete that turn leaves scarlet