Autumn leaves,
a whisper of snow,
the warmth from the fire
as the red embers glow.

Night fall comes
in shades of gray,and black
not a star shining
as the clouds push them back
_
Night birds start singing
wind dance in air
catching our worries
so we hold no fear

Sun is asleep now
it will come up soon
as we awake to
live life we will croon.

Sing to the season
of leaves that turn bright
Inside of love
we’ll all be alright.