The autumn leaves begin to fall, As summer fades, and winter calls. The trees stand bare, their branches cold, Their leaves now red and brown and gold.
The air grows crisp, the nights grow long, The birds fly south, a distant song. The world prepares for winter’s chill, And nature takes a quiet still.
The fields are empty, the crops are in, The harvest’s bounty, a prize to win. The earth is ready for a rest, A time to sleep, a time to nest.
But though the world may seem at rest, A new beginning, it will attest. For spring will come, with new life born, A world renewed, a world transformed.
