Golden leaves

The summer sun has left us now, the days are growing cold The trees are dressed in amber, red, and shades of gold I walk beneath the canopy of falling, fading light And watch the leaves come tumbling down, so graceful in their flight They dance upon the pavement, they swirl around my feet They paint the world in colors that are bittersweet and fleet I catch one in my open hand, so fragile and so dry It whispers of the passing time, it tells me not to cry Golden leaves are falling, falling to the ground The silence of the autumn makes a gentle sound Let the summer go, let the winter come In the season of release, we are never really done Like the leaves that drift away, we learn to let things be There's beauty in the falling, if you only stop and see I remember summer laughter, nights that never end The warmth upon my shoulders, the presence of a friend But now the air is crisp and clear, the sky a softer blue And everything is slowing down, the way the seasons do I think about the moments that I held too tight Afraid to watch them fade away into the fading light But autumn is a teacher, with wisdom soft and deep It shows me that to let things go is how we learn to keep Golden leaves are falling, falling to the ground The silence of the autumn makes a gentle sound Let the summer go, let the winter come In the season of release, we are never really done Like the leaves that drift away, we learn to let things be There's beauty in the falling, if you only stop and see