The leaves are falling from the trees,
They land on grass that’s barely green.
Our eyes observe the many changes,
Our bodies feel the wind is blazing.
The air is crisp and slightly cold,
Preparing us for the snow to come.
Beyond the falling leaves we see,
The animals begin to flee.
They gather food and dig their holes,
Preparing to hibernate through the cold.
The birds are flying through the sky,
They’re heading south in search of warmth.
If only I could follow them,
I’d leave this town until the cold ends.