The Magic Of Autumn

Is autumn coming? Yes. She is coming to embellish every yard with golden leaves that shine like mirrors in the dazzling sun. Does autumn have a voice? Yes. If you listen meticulously, you may hear her velvety hands soaring through a dense forest, hauling leaves up toward the blue sky. Does autumn have hands? Yes. She lays down a carpet full of fluttering vibrant colours of poppy, pumpkin, sunflower, nutmeg, signalling the beginning of the ending of another year. Is autumn every happy? Yes. When she is, you can see beams of sunlight streaming down from the heavenly sky, leaving us with immense delight. Is autumn ever sad? Yes. When she is, the radiance of our rainbow world swirls into the tedious colour of grey and lethargy covers the world. Is autumn ever angry? Yes. When she is, dark clouds form in the gloomy sky, as raindrops plunge down like millions of needles, and if she is boiled with rage, blazes of lightning will cascade down. Does autumn have sympathy? Yes. She brings back the memory of loss of family and friends with the blooming of the abundant poppies. However, it also silently eases the pain with the giggles of another newborn life in the world. Does autumn have scent? Yes. She wafts through buoyant, crisp air and pours essence of damp, moist ground into numb nippy noses as was a graceful butterfly, traveling freely to miscellaneous flowers and spreading the fragranced pollens everywhere. When the first breeze of cool air heads your way and a green leaf loses its emerald coat, it's the signal that autumn has arrived at last.