Gone are the flowers, the butterflies and bees

The leaves are all falling off all of the trees
And Mother Earth is catching each one that she sees
The Autumn is singing out: it's soothing to me
The tones are all somber but mystical as can be

Gone are the flowers,the butterflies and bees.
Hushed are the sounds that are moving with ease
Winter is coming with her beautiful white coat
Bundle up warmly and cover up your throat...

Colorful the memories of the summer now past
They'll carry us serenely; though, chilly winds blast
Autumn is  carrying her deep silence within
She's  quietly preparing us for the winter again.