Streets of Summer

In the streets of summer the leaves rejoice,
The wisps of wind glitter and the rocks turn into jokers,
The acorns smile and the chestnuts giggle.
The pumpkins are jovial and the squash dance.

There is something about fall,
something about the desire to stay.
Yet the ability to fly,
something about having a chance to go
Rather than plant your wings to your sides.

There is something about fall, 
Something about the desire to stay
Yet the chance to grow,
The chance to become something you aren't
The chance to be more than you have been all year.

There is something about fall,
Something about the desire to stay,
Yet the chance to discover
a newer, crisper, chillier world around.

In the streets of summer, the party starts to fade as reality sets in.