The Fall Spell (pointless poem with no plot) by Kacee Llewelyn

Walking in the park, in a fall scene.
Compared to what Im thinking, everythings so secrene.
Something about fall gives me a sense of piece.
As I walk through this park in a scarf made of fleece.
Looking at a younge couple leaning against a tree.
Thinking about what a perfect picture that would be.
A family of three throwing leaves in the air.
Enjoying every second of the smiles that they wear.
I walk slow to engrave this memory,
hopeing one day that will be me.
Leaves of all colors that all blend so well,
As I sit here absorbing the fall spell.