The cool, autumn breeze, blows swiftly through the air,
Blowing bright, orange leaves, leaving the trees bare,
While the lush, dew covered grass,
Reflects the sun’s radiant light like glass.

The smell of the salty ocean breeze,
Swiftly blows over me, making me at ease,
While the crusty brown leaves,
Form a tornado that weaves.

As the moon starts to rise,
And the crispy leaves become wise,
The little, soft, soothing leaves begin to weep,
As they know they have to sleep.
But they know, they know,
They know that they can flow,
And jump through the air,
As autumn is always there.

Because…
"Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower."