The suns light gleams on the golden Fall trees
Casting speckled shadows on the parched ground
But the pelting rain makes the season freeze.

Birds keep warm from the frigid Autumn breeze
Chirping to the heavens with serene sound,
The suns light gleams on the golden Fall trees.

Crimson and amber color the dry leaves
Where tracks of limber deers forever are found
But the pelting rain makes the season freeze.

Aspens begin to shiver and wheeze
But the horizon glows from all around,
The suns light gleams on the golden Fall trees

Crisp winds blow from the mountains to please
Those who find Fall’s vibrant hillsides unsound
But the pelting rain makes the season freeze.

No other time of year will life appease,
Leaving the air full of spice to surround
The suns light gleams on the golden Fall trees
But the pelting rain makes the season freeze.