Fall

As sunlight creeps in through the blinds
I have memories going through my mind
You look outside and see whats there
Leaves off trees are hardly there
The colored leaves lie on the ground
A chipmunk comes and makes a sound
You look at the sky to see the clouds
You lay on the grass as the clouds are round
There is a smell that's in the air
To tell you that another beginning is there
It's almost the end of the year you know
So next time fall comes there will be another show