Outside I'll rake,
A moment I'll take,
Look at the trees,
Feel the cool breeze.
Leaves float though the air,
They fall without a care.
On the ground they pile,
But still I'll smile.
My work soon to be done,
Then, with the fading sun,
Friends I'll happily meet,
It'll be a treat!
A fall festival we'll go,
There will be a show!
Livestock, auctions, and a race,
Keeps us on an active pace.
In the morning I'll jog,
Race through the fog.
It's winter's chill I fear,
So I'll keep fall near.
Fall, warmth's last gasp,
Please, don't leave my grasp!
Soon, winter will play,
And inside I shall stay.