The autumn season

Every flower flourishes, Every leaf prospers Autumn is a season with all of its glory There are many scattered pictures lingering in my mind Leaves are released from its branches, one by one they drop, Until the last one, it does not stop. They cover our streets, They rustle and crackle underneath our feet. carpeting our town up and down. All is covered with festive colours, green, brown and red, On our lawns they have formed a bed. Mornings are tranquil and silent. Stagnant and fresh are the nights. Autumn has its glory. This is its story