Drifting, dropping, looking neat
Crunching beneath my two feet
Leaves of Orange then shades and hues
Leaving only some proud few
Hanging on branches high
Closer to the autumn sky
Cool breezes blow everywhere
Trough fences, between your hair
Curling up with a good book
Giving football sweet new looks
Trick or treating with close friends
Wishing night would never end
Begin seasons once anew
After now is winter blues
Spring comes next, flowers will grow
Summers last, there isn’t any snow
This I see in worlds called fall
How myself could relive all
Story’s written songs have been sung