Fall

Outside you will be welcomed

By a cool autumn breeze

Leaves of red, orange, and yellow

Sailing from the trees

Some believe it is a symbol

Of death and decay

Though others see its beauty

Of renewal upon each day

Take a walk into town

You will find it quite nice

The scent of apples in the air

As well as pumpkin spice

Set aside some time to clear your mind

Of any thought at all

Now, close your eyes and remind yourself

That we were blessed with fall