The pretty leaves come floating down
Upon the chilly breeze,
Reminding me of butterflies
Dancing with the bees.

The trees are all a red, orange and gold;
Nature's firework display.
Splashes of color shine brilliantly
Around me as I play.

But all too soon the snow comes down;
The trees all lose their sheen.
At least in my mind I have secure
A gorgeous Autumn scene.