The cool wind sighs through the tall lean trees,
Summer warmth is beginning to freeze.
Autumn birds they soar so high,
Till they’re nothing more than a speck in the sky.
The sky turns black as the dark smoke rises,
We go out hunting for delicious prizes.
Halloween is creeping near,
We all love this time of year.
Before we know its Christmas day,
When Santa’s elves come out to play.