Autumn

Autumn

Winter will Autumn greet,

For the last dance the trees will meet

They change their leaves from green to brown,

To red and yellow and gold

They will dance in the gentle breeze

All will shake and hop and flutter

The leaves will rustle and mutter

Enjoying themselves are the trees

The bird minstrels shall sing

The lovely dryads are dancing, dancing,

Dancing are the trees

Making merry in the festivities

The grasshoppers shall play the harp,

The birds shall play the flute,

The trees shall dance and shake themselves,

Even though they are mute

Note: The poem is larger than this if you want the full poem visit aleea1.blogspot.com. P.S this was from my sisters blog!Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! I stole this from my sister's blog,but I asked!