Autumn

As summer comes to an end and

 the autumn leaves descend,

they drift around me

like a little, buzzy bee. 

The wind blows,

the air flows,

and the trees sway

on the clear autumn day. 

The fall breeze and the autumn leaves

make everything feel so very, very perfect. 

But when autumn returns next year

we’ve lost our autumn cheer.

 All is fading, time is running out,

the beautiful trees

all getting chopped down. 

Our earth is hurt

and you stole everything that was mine.

My trees, my autumn, my happiness.