The darkened forest is quite bare
and fallen leaves are everywhere.
Wind whistles through the lonely trees;
they twist and turn with graceful ease.
An aging man walks slowly there
amid the sharp and frigid air.
He slows his gait, then stops his stroll;
on him the years have had their toll.
He taps his cane against the ground.
Old Man Autumn’s come around.
Wind whistles through the lonely trees;
they twist and turn with graceful ease.
An aging man walks slowly there
amid the sharp and frigid air.
He slows his gait, then stops his stroll;
on him the years have had their toll.
He taps his cane against the ground.
Old Man Autumn’s come around.