September (a poem thingy)

(note: this is my first real attempt at writing/poetry so I'm sorry if its bad :P)

When the air starts to cool like adding cold ice to a hot drink,
How the leaves all turn color and fall from the branches of trees,
How children flock back to the classrooms or how the townsfolk celebrate their days of birth
How those who feel joy and victory or the ones who suffer pain and defeat,
How could a singular month bring so much rise and fall? for that is a question I ask myself a lot.