My Branches of Fall

Spring showers come down and fill my roots

Hydrating the soft, cool soil I spread through,

While hot summer heat is shaded by my thick branches.

And soon, July goes by, and we start to say goodbye.

Cold breezes roll in as my branches gently blow in the wind,

And the smell of apple cider fills the air.

But my favorite part is when my leaves change,

They create the most breathtaking art.

Orange, Brown, Green, Light, Dark, and Medium.

Eventually, they will fall with a small gust of wind.

Same with my neighbors, and their neighbors, and their neighbors.

Leaves everywhere, dancing through the streets,

Leaping over lawns, twirling in the sky, and with a beautiful sound,

They’ve made a song.