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!"
Copyright © Pravir Dass | Year Posted 2009
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