A summer in November,
not that I remember,
but now, it gets a chance.
With the global warming
November is quite charming
and when the leaves are falling,
I join the summer dance.

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A summer in November,
not that I remember,
but now, it gets a chance.
With the global warming
November is quite charming
and when the leaves are falling,
I join the summer dance.

This is Ween, the pumkin stone
he looks quite lost in thoughts and lone
but if you call him: „Hello Ween!“
a smile might show up on your screen 🙂

Amazing a summer
in midst of the fall
the blossom of spring
is filling me all
like being a rose
among golden ears
this moment of joy
like ten tousand years
even the winter
won’t cast it away
the spring in my heart
for ever will stay