Our Beloved Autumn

Cherry-red leaves falling from the trees.
Wind rustling, gracefully blowing the leaves.
As the air gets colder, the sky gets duller.
The vibrant green leaves start to change colour.
Trees drop their crispy, crunchy leaves,
And the cool air whips up a breeze.

When it starts to rain, the enormous drops fall,
The trees stand bare and tall.
The rain falls and glistens on the trees,
And I suddenly start to feel free.
As autumn comes, the sky fills with grey clouds,
The gentle rain drops and fills puddles on the ground

As the sun comes out the golden colours shine.
And the colourful leaf piles look divine.
When the rain stops falling from up above,
Glistening colours appear, which I love.
Golden and scarlet blanket the grass,
The crisp, white ice, looks like glass.