Autumn The dark pines let in the needle of noon, Birds fly away, they wont be back soon. Squirrels hide their much needed food. In the forest is an absence, a worried mood. A strong gale, branches clip together. The wild#life burrow from this cruel weather. With so much at stake, No one dares cross the almost-frozen lake. But here comes a girl, Around she spins in a twirl. They watch as she dances, Too afraid to take chances. They watch as she laughs, they watch as she cries, Some of them brave it and take a quick try. Elegant swoops, and fumbling falls, The girl tumbles and faces it all. She doesn't move, the ice snaps, The girl disappears into the laps. Some of them cry, some of them shout, But none of them try to pull her out. The wind blows a whistle, the only sound. No sign of the children, they're not around. Red leafs torn from the trees, on the ice they stay, Just like that girl who learnt the hard way. So now you know, its not a tease, Don't be fooled by the migrating geese, If the waters not completely frozen, Don't let you be the one whose chosen. Autumn may be here, but winter is not, Incidents prove that the fall cannot be fought. Next time wait until the colours have faded, And you won't be the one whose cascaded.