The wind through the trees Sings a song of sad lament The summer's gone too fast Fun days are almost spent The leaves of red and yellow Are scattered o'er the land In piles of simple beauty The way God has it planned The sky deep blue and brilliant The clouds so high and white Beckoning the winds of Autumn When days are short of light The children cry in wonder At the pumpkins carved and lit They gather all their costumes For the night just made for it We change the pastel colors Apparent in all our clothes We get out the wool and leather Cover bare legs with nice warm hose Cooler winds are blowing Leaves are fluttering down Dressed in our finest costumes We parade in groups through town Trick or Treat   © By Joy (JOY3032@aol.com)