Autumn's Breeze

A short poem that I wrote, about Autumn's breeze.

Far and near, the autumn breeze,
blowing against my cheeks.

Red and gold, the falling leaves,
dancing around, no stopping.

Under the brown oak I lay,
breezy melody will stop and say,
it's time to go and play,
why are you here to stay?

Author's Note

I know that some of it doesn't rhyme so well, but what do you think of this piece?

Reviews

[Lorenzo Giardano]

I think this is great, and the visualization is exellent!

[wishystar]

Thank you very much :)