Autumn

Autumn's true beauty will display, A woodland scene, a final show. Those falling leaves, red gold and grey, On gentle breezes dance and sway, A graceful sight as cool winds flow. Autumn's true beauty will display, A magic carpet as they lay. Beneath the trees once more they blow, Those falling leaves ,red gold and grey. Now on the woodland floor they play, In morning mist, and sunlights glow. Autumn's true beauty will display, A tapestry from disarray. An ever changing to and fro, Those falling leaves, red gold and grey, Will dance once more, before decay. One final show of trees we know, Autumn's true beauty will display, Those falling leaves, red gold and grey.