When autumn comes Trees become exhibitionists Shaking off their clothes Standing proud in the rain The increasing cold Matched by an increasing nakedness
While humans plunder wardrobes Nature strips itself off Back to the essence Of what autumn means That Fall is the fall Of the empire of pretense
So I cannot pretend And clutch on summerโs faรงade And hide under the foliage Of warmth and joy I must let the rain Wash away my pretense And Iโll humbly lay myself bare Amidst natureโs nakedness