Autumn

The lion roars his bellows his mighty roar
And vibrates the world
Windy gusts are sent to and fro
And leaves scatter and twirl.

A bright green leaf is getting old
But instead of turning grey,
He engulfs himself in amber
And off the tree he sways.

On his way down he meets a few
Quite colorful characters,
A maple leaf scarlet and full
And a stray piece of fur.

The air grows a chilly cold
But not quite freezing yet,
And the squirrel eagerly gathers his nuts,
Much too excited to fret.

In the distance a sweet spicy smell,
That attracts the rosy nosed girl,
Merrily devours a pumpkin pie
Then proceeds to whirl.