Beginning of school year- poem

Fresh acorn fell on my head

Now I see they are more scattered ahead

A sign of Fall

As the Joe Pye Weed grow tall

And the morning casino games online air feels soft yet crispy on my cheek

I skip over the bubbling creek

Hello there acorn, your hat is too big for your size

It"s covering your eyes

Let me help you so we can gather

Small and whimsical treasures together