Brisk cool day, sun peaks as trees move about,
Branches blowing in the rapid breeze.
Courageous squirrel clearing acorns out,
Preparing for winter, ahead of the freeze.
Colors of green, yellow, orange and red,
Merely shared perfection on a timely scale.
Trees bowed to beauty, prior to shed,
Surrounding the fullness of the trail.
Green grass disappearing, becoming visibly brown,
Rustling noises echoed as nature repeats,
Leaves falling in woods, layering the ground,
Preparing the trees as the process completes.
Fall is simply the opposite of spring,
Organizing the summer growth to seize.
Baring the trees of all their leaves,
Enjoy the beauty, it’s there to please.