August has given way to autumn,
Blooming’s been changed by rotten.
The leaves are red, though were green,
The weather was nice but now is mean.
The trees in the park were balled,
But they have just turned bald.
I wish you were here with me
Having a cup of hot tee.///
I wish it were summer now,
Let’s have hot tea anyhow.

P. S. Не определилась, какая концовка лучше, поэтому публикую обе, выбирайте ту, что по душе.