Crunch

              Crunch

                             Crunch

The green that is on branches changes

orange, yellow, red, and brown

The cool breeze sends chills through my body, and up my spine

Shivering at the touch of the wind

The wind tears the leaves off the branches

The leaves tumble to the ground

Falling in groups at a time

Crunch

              Crunch

                             Crunch

The air makes me shiver at the touch

Birds floating gracefully through the air

Migrating trying to escape from the winter

The world looks like a painting

beautiful chaos

Fall has arrived