Autumn came crossing by,
Falling leaves singing a lullaby,
Roadsides coloured in yellow,
Shaking branches creating a mellow.
Wind blowing never bound,
Taking the leaves with it around,
The Sun shining bright,
Soothing just as the breeze so light.
The woods no longer scary,
The roads no longer old,
The sight feeling merry,
The soil shimmering like gold.
The evening with painted sky,
Feeling to get lost in it so high,
The clouds covering the sun,
Slowly showing the moon,
Telling the whole world to be happy,
Because Spring will come soon.