He is my fall

I walk through the fall
oh,it's such a wonderwall
the eyes,the yellow-green leaves
To hold this beauty I would walk through mountains on my bare knees
when the trees start to sing on go the nest lanterns
animals cheered
I stand there;amazed and bewildered
I'd like to kiss this autumn air
and play with his oak tree hair
But what I'd like most,
is for this yellow-green eyed tree to hold me
and forever be mine
And for this fall
To claim me as his own

and become my wonderwall...