Autumn

It's the time of year
that winter draws near;
cold winds begin to blow,
green things no longer grow.

Gold, red, orange and brown
leaves are falling to the ground.
Sweaters and jackets are what we wear;
pumpkins and apples are sold everywhere.

Winter's coming that is for sure;
snow will cover the ground so pure.
Those are the days I think unfair,
I can't hibernate, cuz I'm not a bear.

The days are short and the nights are long,
a tropical island is where I belong.
Following along with nature's rhythm
we celebrate harvest during autumn.