The Ever Changing Fall
The ever changing fall,
This is usually the time go out and play baseball.
But I am growing up, and although I still feel small,
I am changing, just like the fall.
The vibrant colors, the sharp, bitter cold,
Everything from the trees to the grass becoming gold.
The leaves streaming down,
The day seems deprived of sound.
The whistling wind, the rustling grass,
The change from summer to Fall is happening so fast.
The subtle change, in the atmosphere
Winter is drawing near.
Soon the family will crowd around the fire,
the feeling of warmth will only be a desire
The geese make their migration call,
When the time comes for the changing fall.