By Senior A.J. Adams

The leaves drop in an auburn waterfall, falling down into the soil of the earth

Rusting in the wind, go and hear her call, when Mother Nature states a season’s birth 

Hot to warm, warm to cool, then cool to cold, Fall is of course a season of contrast

Leaves of green are now colors brightly bold, That the wind’s fine blade cut through as it passed

The trees and animals shut their front doors, and prepare for the pale blanket to fall

The birds align and travel to the shores, of the tropical islands, big or small

So shut out your eyes and see with your ears, and watch the transition as fall

appears