You Call it Fall, I Call it heaven

The sun leaves us,

Mother nature‘s call

Beauty surrounds us,

All the leaves fall

Football fans cheer,

Trips to the pumpkin patch

Spooky stories you will hear,

Bonfires glow at the strike of a match

Little ones dress up in costumes,

Jack-o-lanterns display scary face

Witches fly around on their brooms,

From house to house, the kids race

Thanksgiving rolls around,

Schools let the children out

No leaves remain on the ground,

Little Indians scream and shout

Families feast together,

Floats cruise in a parade

People enjoy the weather,

Daylight begins to fade

The winter, you can no longer stall,

Months eight, nine, ten, and eleven

You call them fall,

I call them Heaven