August arrives and holds the world in sway
Cloudier skies reign over a shortening day
All thoughts turn now to autumn chores
As we work the fields and fill the stores

The nights are cool and the mood mellow
The trees are done and now wane yellow
Yet still we can see grows new Lammas buds
For the trees still grow there is life in the woods

I wait for the sun and stars and their time
To make some sense of the seasonal rhyme
The world moves around in a dance for one
And all I can ever do is live till I’m done

So rabbits you are free to take the crops
I so enjoy your innocent, nervous hops
Come deer and fox and take your bow
For only good can ever come to me now