Fall is Falling

Little helicopter leaves,
twisting; twirling; falling down.
Sweet summer slowly slips away,
as the leaves glide into reds and browns.

Gold encompasses half the world,
subtley dying in a lovely way.
The sun, She peaks and hides her face;
quickly ends the frigid day.

Every little thread or breeze
carresses nature's lovely face.
Fall is falling, sweet, lovely world..
as with leaves the grass becomes laced.

**writing nature poems chills me out, as i just found....sorry it sucks..O.O**