I wanted to write a poem,
In which I captured your very essence in nature,
to personify all that you are,
by using the most gorgeous of things.
But instead I came to realize something.
You are the very essence of Autumn.
Your smile glows as brightly as the moon when all else appears dark,
It's a time of childlike awe and wonder,
a cheerful season whose very existence is based on fun.
The colorful leaves sigh your name as they float to the earth,
their dazzling colors shaping a happy atmosphere,
wishing to go with a bang of color,
the star of the show before winter rolls around.
You can hear the crowds murmuring their adoration for the trees,
For the light breezes you enjoy,
Before the snow begins to fall,
and the world turns cold.
And so I had wanted to write a poem,
one where I captured your very essence in nature,
by using the most gorgeous of creations.
But instead I came to find that,
You are the very essence of Autumn.