My Favorite Autumn
She goes quietly, slowly, and surely.
She demonstrates her beauty yearly.
The rain was in love with our beauty
Anyone could call her only cutie.
She walks so gently on a warm night,
Like a gentle moth flies to a bright light.
She flies easily in the trees dark,
Her leaves swirl in the dark park.
And the aroma of an apple and a plum
Always give her sweetness and charm.
She doesn't want to bring sadness,
But only happiness and gladness.
Being sad but with a sparkle in her eyes
The autumn was smart enough and wise.
The peoples' crops were so large
The fall will smile and never judge.
She slowly walks and tries to tell
The story of a beautiful fall bell,
A story about a beautiful autumn,
An autumn in which many gifts are gotten.
