Fall

Fields of golden cornstalks swaying in the breeze Leaves of changing colors rustling in the trees Rows of yellow tobacco smelling so good to me A place of so much beauty is where i long to be Seas of endless prairies all throughout the nation Are where the lowly sparrow engages in friendly conversation Patches of bright orange pumpkins with peels so smooth they glisten A time so short you could miss it if you dont take the time to listen Rays of setting sunlight transcending into the west Wagons of Bountiful harvest is what the fall provides for us best