Fall, I think,
is the best time of the year.
When the leaves change colors.
and the wind really starts to blow.
There is a certain peace
that gently falls.
But it also brings a sadness;
sad that every living thing will be hanging.
I think it makes us stop
and look around at the beauty.
Before then we saw,
but was too busy to appreciate.
I love to go by myself;
to stop and watch the world around me.
Because I know it will not always
stay as it is now.
Everything changes every minute of every day.
We are usually too busy to notice or care.
I hope I am never too busy to go outside
and realize how everything has changed.
Connie Leigh Lindsay
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fall-76/
