Leaves fall of the trees,
And fly away with the breeze,
Cool air sweeps the grass,
Although this season does pass,
The days grow short and cold yet the nights grow colder still,
The long and reckless nights hold horrid weather,
Summer I can't wait 'til!
The snow falls softly as a feather,
Later now the flowers bloom,
Bringing away this cold gloom,
Rainbows form as the rain does fall,
A wonderful season for all.
Hot beaches and sand,
Rain might not meet the ground's demand,
Though 'tis a good a season as any,
'Tis a favorite of many.