Leaves of gold ...their former green,

the richest color briefly seen.

A canopy of purest light,

falls glittering down into the night.

As winds of change draw ever near.

The trees ...they seem to have no fear.

They know it's time they must transform

and with that, something NEW is BORN.

And so it's been, since the dawn of time

All things must learn to bend with clime.

~Rebecca~