Autumn Time

Leaves that crinkle under my shoes, 

the smell of nature's falling peak. 

The sounds are what bring me to the forest filled with "whos".

Earth's children both sly an meak. 

This is my home. 


I dwell upon the lovely colours filling the scene. 

Like an oil painting, beautiful and serene. 

Reciting a quote everyone knows

"I speak for the trees" That's how it goes.

Autumn, my favourite time of year.


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