Rustling Auburn Red Blow through the tall trees Within hills of consciousness. Birds of the air Fly free, Only to be captured By the Wind. And there's a nice feeling Of Musk in your Hair, And I do love the way You look.
The smell of the cold Autumn breeze blowing through the thin pieces if your hair and the pumpkins everywhere. Long walks with your boots with the crunch of the orange, yellow, and red leaves beneath your toes. The signs that autumn is near.