The wind blows so strongly,
Bringing leaves to the ground,
I walk with nature longingly,
As Autumn starts to abound.
The green of the trees is turning,
As the artwork starts to show,
I see the trees start burning,
As Nature begins its glow.
My favourite time is coming,
Bringing beauty to my eyes,
My heart begins its drumming,
As Summer becomes a guise.
So come on Autumn, come home to me,
And fill me with your wonderful beauty.
GoldiePoetry 