Autumn Drive
Winding roads, wind blows through my hair,
Gas pedal down, motor revving, going fast,
I really don’t know where.
Sun shining bright on the gold, the orange, the red trees,
A canopy of color above and beside,
Bright blue sky peeking down through the bundles of leaves.
Beautiful views as I speed right along,
Windows down, radio blaring as I sing out loud to a song.
The blood rushing through my veins, this ride such a thrill,
Around every curve, my bones catch that sweet, crisp chill.
Each season has its own beauty, it’s true, and I love them all,
But nothing can compare to the magic of Fall.