I shed my tears on the autumn day
Let shredded leaves blow in my way
I see the oxbow lake in all its green
This autumnal world is not what is seems

The squirrels collect their cone shaped provisions
Making sure of careful decisions
Leaping from the hand shaped sticks
Like tom jumping over the candlestick

The final sights of winged frog food
The rutting deer begin to woo
A season of sleep preparation
All across the dying nation

So goodbye leaves, I cry you away
Say goodbye to this year’s day
And with the final look that last I steal
I really love the autumnal feel