The never-ending autumn crisp…

I see the orange, crispy leaves dance with the wind whilst the trees sway,

When the leaves finally fall it would be late May.

Cheeky little children throw leaves on each other,

They always appreciate the earthly mother.

Day after day the trees shed more and more leaves,

When kids play and land on their knees,

They also feel a cool, autumn breeze.

I can hear the crispy leaves crunch,

And some hungry people munch.

All the leaves collide,

As they form a spiky tribe.

I taste the cheese and tomato toasties,

That make my whole day cozy.

Crunch, munch, crunch,

I love eating a very big brunch!

The sweetness of the fruits burst in my mouth when they are sold,

Taste the landscape from hot treats to cold.

I feel the leaves brush against my numb legs, the dew that has visited the damp ground. 

The different shaped leaves are all around,

This is when my happy heart pounds!