The Sound Of Fall

The trees have changed with magnificent colors
A wonderful sight,I just cant seem to take my eyes off it
It's just that spell binding.
Allow me to express what fall means to me.

It's not just the colors of the trees
that make fall beautiful for all to see.
The scent on the wind which makes fall known
the smell of pine cones fully grown.
pumpkins ready to be picked,
baking goods with a spoon to lick.
Suddenly I hear a noise
why it's kids playing in the leaves
having fun so it seems.
Halloweens around the corner no time time to stall
all these things are sounds of fall.

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