The wind whispers your name to me
\nThe river lulls me with its mystery
\nTrees bending, swaying in a wild harmony
\nThis is the land that I have loved<\/p>\n
Soft gentle rain tap tapping on the panes
\nGeese honking saying winder time is coming
\nGone are the stifling days of summer
\nGone are the splashings in the lake for fun<\/p>\n
The smell of snow is in the air
\nNo more frogs croaking no more fireflies
\nFalling leaves rustling leaving branches bare
\nShorter days in which to wander<\/p>\n
Gone too soon was the summer
\nGone to the wild flowers in the meadow
\nGone lazy days of hammock laying
\nOr having time to just let your mind wander<\/p>\n
Gone too too soon was the summer<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
The wind whispers your name to me The river lulls me with its mystery Trees bending, swaying in a wild harmony This is the land that I have loved Soft gentle rain tap tapping on the panes Geese honking saying winder time is coming Gone are the stifling days of summer Gone are the splashings … Continue reading Summer<\/span>