All the blossoms of summer are gone now.
Brown, crusty leaves cover their beds
Soon to become a thick downy blanket
Sleeping deep in the frozen earth
They renew to awaken again in spring.
All the blossoms of summer are gone now.
Brown, crusty leaves cover their beds
Soon to become a thick downy blanket
Sleeping deep in the frozen earth
They renew to awaken again in spring.
Miss Judy Writes 