The fall is the autumn season
leaves fall without any reason
the trees look bare almost
with only twigs in most
it is colourful in a way
when the trees turn shy
blushing with leaves orange
then yellowish in a range
could hear a rustle empty
as the leaves fall in twenty
it is an inevitable transform
as it happens in a yearly form
the seasons come and go
with their characteristics in flow
come winter there is snow
and summer beckons a glow
the spring essentially claims the lustre 
the year thus declares a galore
Meenas Poems 