Autumn's Colors

On Hillside high, where breezes blow, The trees stood tall, in leafy row. And Leaf, a sprite of emerald green, Waved at the world, a joyful scene.

Leaves change color, watch them fly! As summer sleeps and days go by. From green to gold, a fiery show, Autumn's palette starts to glow.

Red, orange, yellow, brown so deep, Hillside wakes from its summer sleep. Children laugh, with rosy cheeks, Rake and gather, play hide-and-seek.

Leaf, now crimson, takes a dive, Whirling, twirling, feeling alive. The Tree stands strong, watching them play, As leaves are scattered, come what may.

A pile of leaves, a mountain high, The children jump, reaching for the sky. They throw them up, a colorful rain, Autumn's magic, once again.

Leaf rests softly, on a child's hair, A memory bright, beyond compare. Hillside whispers, a gentle breeze, Colors vibrant, amongst the trees.