Fall

The leaves so crisp and tender.

The sun shines on this glorious weather.

The mountains seem to gleam.

To this lovely seasonal dream.

When the wind seems to blur.

And all the children seem to burr.

Yes, this lovely season is fall.

When teachers begin to call.

I love this little season

Because it gives me reason

When the leaves change

The feeling of something strange.

The trees seem to glow

Of the wonderful colors in a row

I love the autumn breeze

It makes me fall to my knees

This pretty little sight

That I will always write

Fall, fall, don't be gone

Because I really want to sing your song