ESL Blogs

Oh how much I like the late summer with it's warm days and high sky. The drops of the morning dew shine like brillants in spider webs and the first peaches and apples are ripe.
The first fogs show the fall and the first leaves fall down from the trees.
Last roses are blood-red, to show that they don't want to die, but they have just still some weeks to blow.
The days are getting shorter and the nights longer, it shows us how close the fall is.
Still is the sun warm and I hold my face towards the blue sky and I enjoy how the sun caresses my skin.
The birds will fly to the south, but still they sing their songs here.
I listen to it and I close my eyes. I see the pictures of the summer and I want to keep the time of summer.
The seasons are like our life. Childhood is the spring, the youth shares spring and summer, young adults share summer and fall and older adults share fall and winter.
The year will begin again, after the winter will come the spring, after the spring comes the summer, then the fall and the winter... every single year again ... but we don't get a new life again.
Where are the days and weeks gone? Who took the months and the years?
Where is the middle of our life ... to see we lived a half of the life, now we can live the second half.
The seasons have fixed times, but not the time of our life, but we can leave new life. Our children will live our life further for the coming seasons and years.
So we come back again like birds in the spring, fruits and flowers in summer, like the falling leaves in fall and with white hair like snow in winter.