The king of fall

September in the fab attire
With beautiful and golden tire.
Comes in the soft and quiet steps
With silver shining spider’s webs.
In the beginning of the month
The days are sunny, warm enough.
The trees are covered with amber leaves.
The birds are twittering in the trees.
The wind is light, it seems like breeze
The starting of the fall’s caprice.
The weather changes many times
It may be foggy, rainy twice.
In spite of everything September is the king of fall
Who arranges bright and happy ball.


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