Crisper evenings foretell of summer's end

With Fall's Equinox just around the bend

Routines are shifting, a changing wind blows

Lend your ears now to the message of crows

 

Take but a step and your path will find you

Plant your feet in the grass and feel the dew

Though beware of the straw man keeping score

Prancing around in the clothes you once wore

 

Life will often surprise you with setbacks

Making it more difficult to relax

Too many long days spent at the grindstone

So find your people, don't go it alone