by Profe Steve
A day for pajamas And mugs of hot cocoa. A day to be lazy, A day to be loco.
To fly on a rocket Between the bright stars, Explore distant places Like Venus or Mars.
To live an adventure Without leaving home, And seek out new loves Wherever we roam.
The breezes blow chill, And red leaves are falling, As tales writ on pages Our spirits are calling.
We’ll open our hearts And sing to the skies Of loves won and lost As time gently flies.