Autumn is a golden rain
The surroundings are all drained
Leaves are crinkling
Trees are shrinking.
The pathway covered
Here and there
Falling leaves fill the air
Hardly anything grows I said in despair
Trees are becoming bald
But who would look no one at all
Farmers have all lost their jobs
Some of them might even sob.
I like the way you described Autumn also how you said the leaves are crackling.
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