Autumn poem

Autumn comes early to this busy school,
No tidy grounds, no daffodils,

But Crippled leaves thrown around,
Forgotten rubbish tumbling on the ground,
And patchy rain pattering on the roof,
And the leaf-losing leaves drop some scrumptious fruit
Crunchy acorns drop helplessly to the ground,
And the unforgiving chainsaws cut trees with a growling sound.

Autumn comes early to this busy school,
No tidy grounds, no daffodils,
Yet one small ray of sun creeps through the sky,
And the yells of the first football game drift up high.