Faint golden sunlight sparkles Through the thin foliage of the Oak As another golden leaf falls down On the pathway Laying to rest Amidst the hundred others. In the crisp chilly breeze, Even the mighty Oak shudders As winter approaches steadily Cloaked in white.
Nature paints in beautiful colors Even as she lets go Of old dreams For newer miracles. Have you observed? You are a beautiful sight too When You are vulnerable, Awaiting magic with no inhibitions. An Autumn within.