Fall

You wake up in the morning,
To the silence that belongs,
Only broken by beautiful birds,
Singing their morning songs.

You tiptoe out of the house,
And inhale as much air as possible,
Then you remember,
It’s finally fall.

The leaves are colorful and bright,
Reminiscence how every one is different.
Some are lonely some are in groups,
But every one in a scenic arrangement.

Fall songs are sung,
Days are cherished,
Leaves are raked,
It’s finally fall.