Leaves are falling everywhere,
their flame lies on the ground.
Autumn's red and orange flare
is scattered all around.
As their glory turns to brown
they feed the roots below,
so arbor's glorious autumn gown
helps other plants to grow.
When autumn into winter blends,
as seasons want to do,
cold winds the naked branches bends
'gainst skies of greyer hue.
The glory of those autumn leaves
is trampled in the mire.
Dull wintertime such foliage thieves
when autumn days retire.
Never again
I will never be able to view the seasons the same way, I love it when you say Arbor's glorious gown, it adds a touch of grace.
Remember that you're waking up to daylight tomorrow, and that's something beautiful.....