Autumn

Autumn

It's that time of year the colours are brown and gold,
The leaves start falling those that have become too old.
At the start of the day the sky is a wonderful hue,
And then it turns later in the day a brilliant blue.

The animals begin to think it's time for a long sleep,
They collect berries and plants in their homes to keep.
For through this time no food will they find,
But with this store at home they won't mind.

The day starts late the night comes early,
The signal of the cold to come a sign surely.
The flowers wilt and die the leaves fall from the trees,
No insects to be found even the buzzing honey bees.

Smoke curls from the chimney tops the fires inside,
Even the people from the cold they do hide.
Out come the coats and even a warm jumper,
Some folks even wish they were a shade plumper.

The guard he stands with his fire burning,
To be in his bed for this he has a yearning.
Late into the night his vigil he does keep,
Cold and tired but not a chance to sleep.

It is this time of year we call autumn or fall,
With colours so vivid the most beautiful of all.
All these sights with the change of season,
These things happen seemingly without reason.