MikaniaC

Leafs that change their colors, blow away from trees; Gone away like waves from the seas. They are colors of orange, brown and yellow, Which only come down to be our fellow. The weather though a bit chilly, sometimes hard to miss, But when the sun shines through the clouds, it is total bliss. The colored leafs shine in the sun's gaze, So speechless that it makes you feel at a loss like a maze. Sun is shining, the air nice and cool; So nice that you will look from your porch, sitting on a stool. However, don not fear, for there will be no bee. So while you sit, enjoy some tea.