Magic wind turns leaves to life.
Dance and sing while twirling down trees.
Whispering until the magic of the wind dies.

Coolness caresses pink cheeks,
Sun shines brilliantly from above creating
An indescribable, inexpressible moment.

Colors trees could never be—
Red, yellow, brown, orange—
Blending, merging into one.

Leaves fall thick,
Cover everything to create
A beautiful, natural blanket.

Animals scurry to and fro.
The leaves seem to come to life again.
The magic never truly dies.

Grass sways in the breeze.
Sunlight shines through towering trees,
Painting patterns of light on the field.

Pale blue skies are endless.
Trees reach up, yearning to reach it.
Random clouds litter the skies.





Everything seems so perfect
From the swaying grass to
The rustling leaves of different colors.

The serene sky,









The never ending magic of the wind,
All intertwining to create a perfect Autumn.