Autumn's Breeze

by Alim Wilkins
(Wasington, District of Columbia)

As summer’s warmth has ended and the leaves begin to fall
And the temperature declines too fast to see it all
The colors, the friendships, and the occasional sneeze
Are all pleasures granted by the gentle autumn breeze


As the breeze touches your soul (‘cause it doesn’t need to ask)
You look into the forests and ask why this moment cannot last
The warm-hearted breeze reminds you of warmth yet to come
From the embrace of those you love (and no not the sun)


And as it blows aside your problems and leads you by the hand
Its season sends vivid missionaries ‘cross the land