Fairest Fall poem

There are green trees and red trees and trees big and small'
 There are so many trees you can't name them all.
And the color full leaves you just can't believe you are really seeing what's real,
The Autumn leaves moved gently by the wind, that is crisp and comes freely,
Tis time for preparing for lacking of food. A time when if asked you risk being rude.
The once furry neighbors are all soon to sleep. But now is the season to fill up ones keep;
Bye. bye. To all that is summer and easy to find. Plenty and game and forgotten fruit rinds.
Our friends know what is wisest to do. The lessons passed on to each woodland tribe,
Until we are called. To reawaken to a new season . And joy that will need no other reason.
Save that God in his Holy hill , doth decree." This is the way that my good earth should be.
The end