Autumn Drive

Autumn Drive

Winding roads, wind blows through my hair,

Gas pedal down, motor revving, going fast,

I really don’t know where.

Sun shining bright on the gold, the orange, the red trees,

A canopy of color above and beside,

Bright blue sky peeking down through the bundles of leaves.

Beautiful views as I speed right along,

Windows down, radio blaring as I sing out loud to a song.

The blood rushing through my veins, this ride such a thrill,

Around every curve, my bones catch that sweet, crisp chill.

Each season has its own beauty, it’s true, and I love them all,

But nothing can compare to the magic of Fall.

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