Fall

I Am The Land

Leaves dance in wind, and nature changes hue.
Orange, brown, red, and yellow dress my trees.
Summer green changes to an autumn view.
Smells of a harvest swept up by the breeze.

Storm and soft rains clear for starry night skies.
Daydreaming, people rake my cluttered ground.
Loved ones travel, then wave their warm goodbyes.
Quiet talking, working, laughing, abound.

A fox in my woods prowls on her hunt.
The look of creatures blend in with the scene.
Mice in ground prepare for the winter front.
Fish on missions swim up a cool ravine.

If this is my last, I will miss it all.
I am the land, I'll always love you, fall.