The summer leaves are turning orange, yellow, and brown,

As they are falling to the ground,

As the trees are becoming bare,

You just can't help but stop and stare,

At the colorful groups of trees all around,

And the wind that blows the leaves up and back to the ground,

It is so pretty this time of year,

All of the leaves that are in the air,

It makes you want to stroll around,

And look at the frost on the leaves on the ground,

Winter is coming; it is almost here,

But we still have rain, no snow yet this year,

It's still fall what a joy,

I look out the window and see a little boy,

I look up and see a snowflake fall from the sky…

By: Renée Schmidt