Fall

In autumn when the trees are brown
The little leaves come tumbling down
They do not make the slightest sound
But lie so quietly on the ground
Until the wind comes puffing by
And blows them off towards the sky.

The winds will blow their own freshness into you,
and the storms their energy,
while cares will drop away from you
like the leaves of Autumn.

Fall is my favorite time of year!! I found this cute poem on the internet. I love the jeans, and sweatshirts, the leaves, the smell of wood burning, the smell of the crisp cool air as I leave work in the mornings, just everything.