The hot summer air flew away,
The emptiness filled with joy,
Friends meet and parents leave,
That is when autumn comes.
Freshmen make their first move,
Stadiums become our second home,
Names of teams being the first pride,
A season that makes up a champion,
That is when autumn comes.
Cold air starts to breathe,
Hard weathers hitting in,
Strong winds and warnings alarmed,
To the basement we often go,
That is when autumn comes.
A hard three months till winter,
A new year is now open,
A gap of time to wait,
Until it rings and you appear,
That is when autumn comes.
i've always wanted to write something about fall, but nothing ever come out the way i wanted it to. so kudos to you! this is a very nicely written!!
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