Fall Poem by Jessie Wolfe

The leaves on the trees grow brown and crisp,
The animals fall swiftly back into the woods,
All types of colors floating softly down,
And the humans fall back and draw up their hoods.

The days grow shorter and nights grow longer,
Whilst the weather grows colder
And the wind blows harder than usual,
With the unforgiving choices becoming harder.

The leaves on the trees grow brown and crisp,
The animals fall swiftly back into the woods,
All types of colors floating softly down,
And the humans fall back and draw up their hoods.