Its Here

There seems to be a slight chill in the air today I can feel the difference on the tip of my nose Tiny white streaks of cloud are sprayed across the sky Seemingly entranced by that magical melody Played by the whistling wind In unison they march Intrinsically following the pied pipers blast Down below the leaves awaken Stirred by the wind which brings with it a change The trees take heed and begin to undress As the shed leaves fall to the ground And so the party begins Rythmically they move from side to side Twirling their bright orange and red uniforms around I listen attentively to their cheers And I hear them rejoice "Autumn is here. We are free at last!"