What am I? – Fall Edition
I lay hanging with my friends high above your eyes
In fall filling warm colors into your skies
My colors often contribute a reason
To why fall is many people’s favorite season
My arms sway through the wind and whistle aloud
And when I fall brown I slip into a crowd
I swiftly dwindle beneath all of your feet
Crunching to pieces among each street
You see me each place in a different color and size
Always the same object, in a different disguise
Brown, green, yellow and red are some of my preference
Although to my beauty it does not make a difference
I may serve you some troubles as you rake my family and I into a pile
You will still jump into my arms holding a smile
I regret that although I leave shortly for each cold term
Every year I will come back, that is always firm.
I will not give you anymore grief
You may have guessed, I am a leaf.