The end is near.
There are many tears.
As the leaves fall,
I no longer feel tall.
School is coming,
I'd prefer to go running.
The days are short,
There's no time to build a fort.
As time flies by,
I feel the need to cry.
No shoulder now.
I don't know how.
Its all because of Fall.
The misery is here.
Its crystal clear.
Summer is over.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
yo. this is good stuff.. fall brings winter guess what happens then. and winter brings spring and spring brings summer Which isnt such a bummer.