Tree tops like
An ocean of
Gold, brown, and fiery red
Sway silently
Along the countryside
In early Autumn's chill
Leaves begin their descent
Letting go
Free Falling to a
Certain death

Comforted only
By a promise of
Rebirth

Lay silently
Ocean of
Gold, brown, and fiery red
In a brief moment
You will be
Simply a memory
Of another year
Marching undisturbed
Into yesterday.