Autumns Bounty: A Poem

When Autumns Bounty brings us 'round

We hear that lowful joyful sound

The sound of ever rustling leaves

That leads us to again believe

The air begins to crispen

And leaves begin to fall

In their many shades of colors

From the trees so tall

Many thing that we will see
That normally aren't here
Where the voices are no longer heard
Of the young and gentle bird

And usually you think
why's it getting cold?
I'd most like it to be warm
And all my crops die on this farm

But then you miss the point of Autumn
And all of its new gifts
So how do we have fall you say?
When so many reject its way?

Yes Autumn's Bounty brings us 'round
And we hear that joyful sound
We hear it all throughout the land
And feel it through ourselves, the man

We welcome Autumns Bounty in
And lay down at its feet
Before it goes away again
All we love of it


Well that was my poem! I hope you liked it!

QUOTE OF THE DAY::::::

"Autumn Points in Colors that summer has never seen."
-Unknown author