Golden leaves fill up the trees
While gentle coolness rides the breeze
Softly speaking, Autumn tries
To bring her beauty before our eyes
The time is, now, nearing for our earth
To settle down inside of her rebirth
Quietly changing ..transforming too
Each season can do this for me and you
Seasons will come and they will go
But each one is different as you know
All are so beautiful and all can rhyme
In beautiful verse that fills our mind
How to embrace it: the autumn's gold..
So much is inside of those leaves so old
Secret solutions, inside of the breeze
Reflecting an Image that one one sees
We can tottaly miss it: the beauty outside
If we continue to burrow ourselves and hide
Inside of our media and inside of our net..
Let's promise to explore it ..if just, for a bit