Seasons

Without a sound the leaves fall down,

They forget the trees and fill the ground,

The trees are now brown and bare,

Lost all their leaves in autumn's air,

The earth once green is now turned brown,

From all the leaves that lay on the ground,

The autumn air now crisp and cool,

Will soon become the winter's fool,

And once it does the snow will fall

To cover the ground, all in all.