This Concludes..

The last ounce of summer drips off my fingertip.
And the shoreline is sure lining up my priorities.

I'll be standing here until you change your ways (Summer's over)

Chameleon leaves are just fair-weather friends now.
The birds and the bee have all gone to sleep while the moon tries its best to be the sun.

With a cobweb coat and a raincoat home we'll fly.