AUTUMNS SONG STARTS THE SYMPHONY OF THE FALLING
LEAVES.
WHEN EACH LEAF IS RELEASED FROM THE NOW DROWSY
TREES.
EACH LEAF FALLS, TWISTS AND TUMBLES AND SLOWLY
FLOATS DOWN.
TO MEET THEIR DESTINY AS THEY GENTLY KISS THE
GROUND.

THESE COLORFUL LEAVES ORANGE, RED. YELLOW AND
LIGHT BROWN.
ALL CONVERGE TOGETHER TO COVER THE FOREST
GROUND.
LEAVES OF ALL COLORS, ALL SHAPES AND ALL SIZES.
ALL WAITING TO BECOME FOOD AND PLANT FERTILIZERS.

TIS THE CYCLE OF THE FOREST, IN ORDER TO SURVIVE.
SOME MUST GIVE THEIR LIVES TO KEEP OTHER ALIVE.
EACH LEAF MUST PATIENTLY AND SILENTLY WAIT
FOR THE BEAUTIFUL SWAN SONG, EACH HAS WITH FATE.

NOWHERE IS THERE A POEM AS COLORFUL AS THE TREES
IN FALL.
WHERE THE AUTUMN COLORS GATHER TO TOUCH THE HEARTS
OF US ALL.
TRACES OF BRIGHT ORANGE AND YELLOWING GOLD.
THESE ARE THE AUTUMN COLORS THAT BRIGHTLY UNFOLD.

THEN A SLIGHT BREEZE IN THE TREES, AND THE LEAVES
BEGIN TO LET GO.
AND FLOAT TO THE GROUND LIKE MANY FLAKES OF SNOW.
THEN AS THE TREES LOSE THEIR CROWN OF LEAVES THAT
THEY HAD ONCE WORN.
THEY LOOK DREARY AND NAKED AND A LITTLE BIT FORLORN.

AND THEN WE LISTEN TO THE GALLOPING RUSTELING LEAVES.
AS THEY RUN THRU THE WOODS AND PLAY TAG WITH THE
BREEZE.
AND NOW THAT AUTUMN STRIPS THE TREES, OF THEIR COLORFUL
LEAVES
AND SPREADS THEM ALL AROUND THE GROUND.
TILL ON THE TREES THERE IS NOT A LEAF TO BE FOUND.

AND THE BIRDS THAT ONCE NESTED IN THE TREES LEAFY HAIR.
NO LONGER BUILD NETS IN THE TREES NOW LEFT BARE.
THE TREES NOW LEFT BARREN AND COMPLETLY LEFT NUDE.
NOW SLEEP THRU WINTER IN THEIR WINTERY SOLITUDE.