Autumn winds are softly whispering, cooler weather's here
Look around you and you will see them: the colors disappear
Something calming and so unique is stumbling across our way
Things are changing and rearranging: Autumn's on display.
Quieter chirping from the winged ones fills the atmosphere
Winter's coming, winter's coming are the words we hear
So the squirrels and the creatures gather round and prepare
Things for storage, things for eating: not so sure they'll share.