Fall

Brown leaves falling,
the cool wind blowing,
my parents are calling,
to get inside.

Getting cold out,
so I roam about,
finding something,
nothing to do.

The plants begin to lessen,
the leaves making messes,
as the leaves fall to the ground,
barely making a sound.

The snow is on it's way,
the days seem to go away,
quicker and quicker by day,
we can't hold it at bay.

We're all watching,
waiting,
for the fall.

*As posted by Compassion (myself) on other websites*