All the woodland creatures,
From squirrel, to bird or beast,
Come out in glorious splendour
To forage for winter's feast.
The colours of fall shine bright
In yellows and orange and reds;
The brilliant sun beams through the forest
And glows on the animals' heads.
The light shines off his bright red crest
As the woodpecker climbs up the trees;
The squirrels scurry with great intent
And the birds flit through the leaves.