Autumn
Autumn:
The air is crisp,
Sometimes cold or brisk.
At times I feel weary,
When the sky is dreary.
It's refreashing to see the leaves,
Floating in the wind so free.
Atumn to me is like a dream,
Like the clean, clear water in a mountain stream.
The air is crisp,
Sometimes cold or brisk.
At times I feel weary,
When the sky is dreary.
It's refreashing to see the leaves,
Floating in the wind so free.
Atumn to me is like a dream,
Like the clean, clear water in a mountain stream.