An Open Letter to September

September, come quietly, tip toe through the night while the world sleeps, let the bees buzz and the sun continue to shine, let the birds sing their songs and the children play in the lake, September, come quietly, Creep into your place on the calendar unnoticed, let the cool night air bring a breeze, not gusts, let the world not know of your presence, let ignorance fill the air, September, come quietly.