Aged Mahogany oaks swaying with rhythm,
Sun kissed leaves tumbling to the ground.
Sweeping plains dancing in the wind.
Symphonies of birds preaching,
Prairie rabbits tussling in fields of rye.
Colonies of ants preparing their winter reserves,
Rolling clouds blotching the golden earth beneath.
And the suns warm rays caressing my face,
As I lay and absorb the beauty of autumn.
