Autumn

Autumn

Winter will Autumn greet,

For the last dance the trees will meet

They change their leaves from green to brown,

To red and yellow and gold

They will dance in the gentle breeze

All will shake and hop and flutter

The leaves will rustle and mutter

Enjoying themselves are the trees

The bird minstrels shall sing

The lovely dryads are dancing, dancing,

Dancing are the trees

Making merry in the festivities

The grasshoppers shall play the harp,

The birds shall play the flute,

The trees shall dance and shake themselves,

Even though they are mute

But right before the autumn ends,

the trees take off their clothes

And the grasshoppers, they go to sleep

The birds do stop their songs,

They all get ready to fly away,

On wings so strong and fleet,

Eyes bright, and

Heads down against the cold

When winter comes, 

The drowsy trees, tired with all their dancing,

He covers with a soft blanket of snow,

And the snowflakes softly, lovingly, kiss them 

 goodnight.

(Note: this was meant to be a free verse poem but I have added some rhyming words as well. I think it could do better with some rearranging and some deleting of some lines (probably unnecessary, but they're all  necessary to me). Give me some feedback, tell me your ideas, and I will (probably) fix or change my poem)