To this world, it's beauty and fun -
Watching you turn
yellow, red, pink, orange,
everything but green
and then wither..

Dear maple, oak, poplar,
birch, ash, negundo,
catalpa, nyssa, and 'ugly' peach -
I hear your sombrely suffering
for every leaf fall,
Seeing famished earth consume
your springs, 'fore gorging you...

May be mom could
better relate to your pain!

"Everything that blooms must fall!",
someone said philosophy.

Perhaps you would prefer
your love kids be green-ever,
Than sparkle bright to the world
only to wither, to desert you.

Yo yonder trees! Do you know
you are atleast fortunate!
 - Have to wait only 'til spring
to fonder your charming springs fresh,
to erase fall's wreck!
You are indeed fortunate...