Autumn trees🍂 (long poem)

Each leaf falls down.

Pitter, patter.

Each breeze feels cooler

Swishing against my ears.

I see the warm sun

Yet it's white as snow

And I take my eyes away

before they

burn.

The trees, the trees.

They call me, they're alive.

The leaves, the leaves.

They swish, they slide.

The clouds, the clouds

As fluffed up as can be;

Shaped like

lemons,

teddy bears,

even tangerines.

The sky is blue

It's bluer than blue.

Bluer than all the seas.

The sidewalk is rough,

but firm

As I walk out to look

at the trees.