Season Fade

And on the sidewalks
eternal
Stretching endless into horizons
burning
The children play as summer
pure
Fades into autumn

The games they play
hurried
Like the grasping hands of a dying man
haunted
Holding onto the last remaining hours
glowing
Of freedom most true

A freedom unobstructed
wild
By academics and higher knowledge
maturity
And grownups with their responsibilities
weighted
The purest of dreams