The beautiful trees in a season called fall, <br />With bright colors, of orange and red, <br />A chill in the air, as trees stand tall, <br />Shedding their leaves, for the winter's dread <br /> <br />The squirrels below, scurry to and fro, <br />Gathering the nuts, for the winter to store, <br />The birds in migration, as they look below, <br />The season is changing, just as before, <br /> <br />The changing of seasons, a sight to see, <br />With all the beauty, a wonderful view, <br />To nourish this earth, for you and me, <br />To cherish the earth, to make it new.<br /><br />B.J. Ayers<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-season-called-fall/
