Softly doth the leaf fall.
Softly doth the leaf fall,
a sign that autumn’s about to call.
A scent hangs in the air,
a cool breeze caresses my hair.
Red and gold will soon prevail,
a beauty that is eternal and will never fail.
The goddess of summer is on her way out,
the spirit of autumn tip toes about.
Ready to hold sway over hearts and minds.
The glory of autumn’s not hard to find.