The Last Song Poem by Lesa MRK

It's the last song of the season,
As flowers bloom in the air.
The leaves fall without reason,
As the sun shines in your hair.

It's the last time to touch you,
As the sun sinks in the sky.
The moon glows in eyes of blue,
Upon the tears we must not cry.

It's the first day of fall,
As birds sing with glee.
The swallows sing a joyful call,
In the low moan of the sea.

It's the first time without you,
As the night darkens to black.
And the stars are very few,
In knowing you'll never be back.