Fall sounds like the rustle of leaves trying to reach the ground.

I hear the amber and brightly colored leaves laughing

As they fall fall fall to the soft floor.

I hear the birds chirping as they are going to start their journeys.

I see the brightly colored smile when they land on the ground.

I see the trees are sad because they lost their leaves which were very dear to them.

I feel the rough, gentle leaves,

And then I smile.

They smile back.

I smell the warm fresh cinnamon air that is very calming.

I taste the delicious sweetness of this season.

When I take a step, I feel the breathing of the air.

The leaves look like burning fiery rows when they hit the ground.

Now it’s fall, so the trees wave their young goodbye.

Then the cycle starts over

and over