The leaves are changing,
Brilliant reds, yellows, and golds,
The warmth is fading,
The winds are growing cold,


The trees dress up in finery,
One last celebration before they sleep,
The robes they don are fiery,
As they cling to the summer they can’t keep,


The winds are growing cold,
The warmth is fading,
Brilliant reds, yellows, and golds,
The leaves are changing,


The winds whisper sweetly,
The trees begin a dance of ancient fire,
A haunted Autumn melody,
A song of woven desire,


The leaves are changing,
Brilliant reds, yellows, and golds,
The warmth is fading,
The winds are growing cold.