The sun is shining atop,
a blue autumn sky,
time for the birds to leave,
time to say goodbye...



Leaves are falling from the proud tall trees,
as they're taken away by a chilling breeze...

Leaves of many colours,
brown, red and yellow,
land around the age old willow.

Less and less is the sun showing it's gold warm face,
and each beam of sunlight is a ray of grace...
Leaves are falling into a cold mountain lake,
and onto the sky's reflection, ripples they make.


And so, red fall and white winter, have come this land with cold to blister, to send it into a deep slumber, and afterwards to awaken younger.