The Chilly Changing Autumn

In autumn's forest path, where colors gleam, The Chilly Changing Autumn, a seasonal dream.

Leaves, dressed in crimson, gold, and brown, Danced gently as the sun went down. Wind, a playful, gusty friend, Whispered secrets without end. Animals watched with curious eyes, As nature painted vibrant skies.

Colors start to turn, a fiery show, Red and yellow start to glow. The maple blazes, oak ignite, A breathtaking, stunning sight!

Wind, with a mischievous, playful sigh, Swirls and dances, rushing by. Sweeping leaves in swirling flight, A kaleidoscope of pure delight. Animals scamper, watching near, As the wind's wild games draw cheer. The leaves then turn, and tumble down, Covering the forest floor, around, and around.

Colorful and cozy, a warm embrace, Autumn's beauty, time and space. The forest floor, a vibrant bed, Where sleepy animals softly tread. The changing season, a sweet refrain, The Chilly Changing Autumn comes again.