Every autumn, when the leaves change,
So do I.

When the breeze picks up in fall,
I sing and sigh.

The geese fly south, towards warmer winters,
And I stay behind.

Some creatures hibernate, while I
Gasp and open my eyes.

Others enjoy sand-baked beaches, and picnics,
I rejoice in fall change.

I throw off my summer sweater and
Wear flowing dresses of autumn coloring;

Ambers, oranges, yellows, reds,
They surround me like a song.

My shorn hair grows out in brown and gold,
Flowing long out in the wind.

My dim, brown eyes sparkle with energy
And glimmer violet,

Thin wings of golden lace appear
And I glide out into my world.

Through spring and summer, I'm not noticed much,
But now I can't escape their gasps.

Autumn's when the true me shines 
And can be seen.

I tread the paths of fallen leaves
Appreaciating Nature's changes,

But I don't seek attention, no,
I just want to enjoy the world for once.

Now, the sun doesn't harm me,
For in summer it melts my wings.

Now, the beaches aren't crowded, and
I can watch the waves in peace.

Now, the harvest is brought in
And everybody feasts.

I don't need them to notice me,
no. I promise. 

I fly up to the top of a pine and
Watch the sun set.

The colors blend, adding another voice
To the polyphony of the autumn symphony.

Don't notice me, don't notice me,
This world holds greater majesty.

I'll agree to meet you before the first snow
And show you Nature's greatest show,
As long as you promise to not spread the word
About my fall transformation, though.

Of course, this writing is in secret,
An invitation to a fairy ball.

We sprites are not the ones dancing, though,
We go to watch the leaves glide and fall.

Do come, I say, and watch the dance
By starlight, fireflies, perchance
I'll see you there, or maybe not;
Just remember, come just to see fairies
And you shall have suddenly forgot.

The riddles end, the verse terminated
If you don't heed what I have stated,
For autumn sprites don't care to be noticed,
We simply advocate for Nature's rights,
And beg for humans to pause once in a while
To appreciate the world beneath 
Their steel, smog, and toil.

Do come, do come, and marvel at Autumn
By a setting sun.