FALL

Orange and yellow and red,

Erasing the green grass,

As the leaves dance off the big, brown branches,

Leaving them bare.

The bare trees don't dance in the wind,

They sit.

For their job is now done.

Now every leaf has fallen,

The only green that is left,

Are the mighty evergreens.

The orange and yellow and red,

Resting on the ground,

Are now covered in a thick, white blanket.