Autumn
Whispering wind
Plays across my cheek
As the water rushes through the creek
Children laugh
Children play
For there's no room for delay
The leaves are red
Yellow
And orange
But soon they'll be brown
And scattered upon the ground
Cold and hard
Covered in ice
Winter just isn't as nice
So children run
And children play
All through out the day
In the leaves
In the grass
Fall has come
It has come at last!