When leaves turn to nature's confetti, and the sun takes a softer stroll across the sky, this season hums a cooler tune.

If I fall, make a wish and blow- They say I’ll bring good luck, you know. A guardian of the human mind, Filtering what the eye might find.

Cities shrink beneath my skin, oceans curl and fold within. Though flat and still upon your lap, I unfurl the world from paper scrap

In a world of zest, I'm the tart queen, My song's a sour note, in a field of green. I add a twist to life's sweet plan, In pies and teas, I'm the tangy fan.

Drinks in my name do not taste anything like me. You get my color by mixing red and blue. I am sometimes associated with wrath.