a poem i wrote for my creative writing class:
In a perfect midnight symphony
Beneath the bushes and the trees,
They sing for us a lullaby
To help us fall asleep.
They sing the songs of nighttime
And days that soon will pass
A tune for each new season
After winter has collapsed.
The season now is autumn
The greatest season of them all,
When the goblins crawl out dancing
To the cricket’s haunting song.
“The leaves are turning orange,
And brown beneath our feet
The day will soon be beautiful
So close your eyes and sleep.”