Reflections in the water like shadows in my mindSpeak to me of passing days and nights and passing timeThe falling leaves are whispering, ?Winter?s on it?s way?I close my eyes, remembering the warmth of yesterdayIt seems a shame to see September swallowed by the windAnd more than that, it?s, oh, so sad to see the summer endAnd though the changing colors are a lovely thing to seeIf it were mine to make the change, I think I?d let it beBut I don't remember hearing anybody asking me