My name is Autumn, you know me well
I am the chill wind, the low sun, the fallen leaves
I am your cup of tea, and the rain that falls
I am the wet grass beneath your feet, the burning leaves on the trees
I am the comfort of your lover’s arms; I am the waiting for the Winter
I am wet and I am damp, I am mild and I am sweet
And as you look at all my colours, Winter makes her entrance
And she will freeze your skin and heat your heart, till Fall comes and calms her down.
Then, when Summer has made you warm and tired, once again I will come- beautiful as ever
Autumn- that is my name, you know me well