Poetry in autumn in kindergarten

Maple leaves are dressed in red. When the wind blows, they float gently.

The little squirrel hurried in and out, carrying delicious fruits home one by one.

Swallows are chirping, flying and flying to the far south.

I said to my mother, "It's autumn."

My mother asked me, "How do you know?"

I said, "Maple leaves, squirrels and swallows all say so!"