I'm exited for Autumn I said
Not only for the apple or pumpkin pie
Not for the warm clothes or the cold morning air,
Nor the cinnamon swirling in the tea I prepare
Or the little raindrops that mess up my hair

It's when the skies turn gray
When the sun hides away
When the leaves fill our streets
Once clinging high on towering trees
Now naked, their branches weak
And in their barness, we meet

A tree is what I become
A tree is what I love to be

Leaves that once clung to me , I now lost
I chase them, even if I  detested how they felt
I weep believing they were mine to keep
Though old, letting poison in deep

And autumn knew what I failed to see
It's voice surrounding me:

Behold, don't cling to brittle lies
Now you have room to breath
Now you can grow to be green
Come the spring ,at last you'll see

Though I ache as the branches bend
I'll long for autumn again at the end