Fall is coming. Time is running. Wind is coming. Trees are changing. The fall season, for some reason, gives me a great feeling. Orange and colorful leaves with a kick of a cool breeze. Children make-believe.
My dreams come true when I catch a fallen drop. The new season comes as the bunny takes its hop. I can’t wait for the fall. Just so I can see what it is all about. I know, I can’t pout.
