Red gently flutters to the ground;
Yellow slowly drifts near me.
Orange, I watch it swirl around,
While green hangs delicately to the tree.

I love the crackling sound as I walk to school,
The smell of leaves wet with dew,
The feel of leaves—moist, cool.
The crisp fall air makes me feel born anew.

Autumn slowly fades away;
The leaves turn brown.
The nights get colder, day by day;
Yet, the leaves still stay to cover the ground.