The Autumn's Symphony
The leaves turned orange and brown,
A sign of autumn's arrival in town.
Like a king that needs no crown,
Standing tall, the tree never looks down.
Its branches stretching far and wide,
A home for creatures that need to hide.
The leaves rustle and whisper in the breeze,
A lullaby...
A sign of autumn's arrival in town.
Like a king that needs no crown,
Standing tall, the tree never looks down.
Its branches stretching far and wide,
A home for creatures that need to hide.
The leaves rustle and whisper in the breeze,
A lullaby...