Footsteps Of Fall

Spring breeze spring breeze please be here, I ask you, please please be everywhere. Times are calling and night again is in, leaves brown is falling in drifty wind spin. Love had its hours when the time was sweet bright, the darling of the flowers joyful in the night. All are now in unknown footsteps of the fall, when nature rust its gown and winter again will call. Spring breeze spring breeze let you dance the leaves, I ask you, please from some eaves. Winter is now humming with its Icey flow, Christal white blooming in the winter snow.