Autumn comes on tip-toe this year
In the waning days of October.
The cold wind blows into Kansas,
And animals grow more fur.
The air smells crisp and clean,
And when the rain comes,
It falls gently on
The yellow chrysanthemums.
The rain holds wonderful scents
That reflect the treasures of earth.
Yellow, orange, and red leaves dance
While children laugh with mirth.
Trees catch the last rays of the sun,
And leaves fall to the ground.
Death touches all living things
And leaves without a sound.