This is a poetic story of beauty and color – a tale of holding on and letting go.
come with me, you say pulling me along come and see, and my heart follows willingly as my lips sing the sweetest song what is this place, I ask as we wander through an unknown land filled with giant trees and flaming leaves bigger than my hand this is autumn, you say with a smile, as we climb orange branches wrapped with golden foliage breathing sun-ripened scents of pumpkins and spice let us gather the colors let us bring them back home let us brighten our world let us lighten our load let us always remember let us never forget but when I look at you I see your face is wet then we cross the river of time, but alas the colors turn crunchy and fade like winter grass why do seasons change so fast autumn falls, it cannot last
