Continuation I

And sunshine gets stale without enough rain
and laughter spoils - turning green
and tomorrow stands there
saying WOW
here I am and where are you?
 

Continuation III

Came a tune
a memory of Summer:
laughing - - - air sweet and warm
Knowing that the Winter could not
reach you there
nor imagine that it do you harm.
 

Continuation V

it's too late in the year for butterflies
the sun won't shine
and you can watch the flowers die
and all that's left is faded leaves
for dancing in the wind!