Mother nature sings,
Mother nature weeps of joy,
She rushes to open every window,
Letting the euphoria sink in,
She reaches out and hugs the world,
Her voice so powerful,
Her golden tears dripping down,
Turning everything a fairytale,
Opening up her golden gates.

The trees they have long been deprived of mother natures touch,
At last, there seen, she hugs them tight,
For they have waited far too long-
The leaves turn crimson,
As she gently paints them.

The people wake up to natures gift,
The wind warm yet it still brushes you away, it echoes autumn's name.
Everything is a warm hug,
The world is maturing,
A toddlers dream,
So full of color-
A real life color book,
Full of crimson—gold and amber too.

Waking up in natures arms.
With sparkle in its eyes.

The world,
Wakes up,
On the day of autumn.