Awake!
                                                        O sleeping
                                                        ­                  October leaf,

                                                          ­            to skate
                                                           ­                          over the ground.

                                                        ­ Your color
                                                           ­                 &
                                                                ­                beauty-
                                         ­                     vibrant,
                                   ­                                          entrance;
                                                  
                                                      no blemish
                                                         ­                to be found.

                                                         ­                                    Freed from your
                                                            ­        
                                                        ­            binding branch,
                                                         ­                                        you
                                                             ­                                           defiantly
                                                                ­                       dance
                                                           ­                                            the
                                                             ­                                   ground.
You give Autumn life one, last breath- before encompassing snows abound.

Upon forlorn and desolate days, when colors fade and hide;
the wind so dank and piercing, it quivers bone from inside-
Your lustrous spirit perseveres, until the worst subsides.

Enduring seasons can never be, as death will come from divorcing the tree-
again will never be your beautiful tragedy.