During the fall.not much to be said,
Trees go dormant,leaves turn brown.
But beside all this,
Her beauty can be found.
Softer than the summers end,
And more beautiful than all the color.
I gaze at her and like I,
You would love her.
Her beauty so soft it calms,
Like an oceans evening tide.
Who in this world would want,
For her not at thier side.
Stacie,this fall beauty,
Smile your warmth at us all.
And myself like others,
Will gladly welcome next fall.