The fall winds have come.
Now the outside world is colder.
It's that time of year,
Where you see toys in all the store windows.
People are running and shoving,
Just to get the last toy on the shelf,
For their child.
Most of the trees,
Are no longer colorful.
Their leaves have fallen,
And have been blown away.
There is no longer rain.
Instead,
Sleet falls from the darkened sky.
Soon the sleet will turn into,
Beautiful white snow.
I realize the seasons are changing.
I realize,
Fall is ending,
And Winter,
Is rising.
