The mornings are cooler than they were,
The nuts are getting brown you know;
The berry's have all been picked and gone,
The roses have just left town.
Theres none around
Come said the wind to the leaves,
Come into the meadows and we will play.
Put on your dresses scarlet and gold,
For summer is gone and the days grow cold.
Winter is on it's way,
so let's get out and play.
Autumn is the time of year to have fun,
to get out and spread your wings.
before the snow begins to come.
Winter will soon be here..
By Joan Miessau 1986
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