On a crisp early morning

When the skies were warm,

The flaming leaves

Crunched beneath my feet,

And the bracing winds

Roared in my ears,

I saw a little girl

Looking outside her window

Watching as the leaves fell

From the autumn tree.

And as I walk down the lane

My past built for me,

I see memories falling

Beautiful, bright, and vivid,

Of my friends and family.

Just like the russet leaves that fell

From the autumn tree

On a vibrant bed of colours

So many wonderful years ago.

-A.B