The Autumn Poem

Hello all!
I made up this poem a while ago, and I would like to share it with you.

                     The Autumn Poem
 
               Autumn is cold, wet, and
               Dark.
               The trees go yellow, red, then
               Sleep.
               The animals all hide and
               Hibernate.
               There is no warmth, sweet music,
               Or animals and insects.
               There will only be the cold
               And the harsh music of storms.
               The warmth of spring, of little
               Baby birds, are gone.
               Everything looks greyer than
               It is, but it is just Autumn.
               Coming to rule untill
               Winter.
               And then it will be spring
               Again.


I hope you liked it. Please comment!
WillowUnicorn