Acrostic Poem

• Amber leaves fall from a tree, count
• from one, Two Three leaves
• Under me is falling, crunchy, amber leaves
• Tomorrow there will be more crunchy,
• golden leaves falling gently to the ground
• Under me, under you, count one, two,
• three leaves, and wait till you feel the cold breeze
• Making me see the golden leaves makes
• me feel like a tall, stiff tree
• Now that I see all the crunchy,
• falling leaves it makes me feel free.