Quiet Walk And Tree Talk

Come along with me, we can walk among the trees,
and step upon the autum leaves.
No crunch or crackle will we hear. Just soft and
quiet steps appear. We follow the night rain and
showers, though it has been several hours.
See the sun there with the mist and drizzel
it give the leaves that extra sizzle. Look at the
yellows, reds and browns! Only wows, never frowns.
Now smell the forest you'll remember, on this day in
november. Listen, can you hear the trees whisper?
Glad to see you mister. We knew you couldn't stay
away, with such a beautiful day. Follow our paths
of golden brown. They wind around down
the hill to town. High above the golden leaves,
wait for the cold wind to blow, and freeze.
I just love their show before they go.
When winter comes it's black and white and
cold with snow, day and night. Being cold is not
their thing, they won't be green again till spring.