The sun lights up the liquid gold leaves
My favorite part of fall is the dying of tree's
Most like the spring, and things coming to life
Guess it gives them hope, and eases their strife
But I see the circle, and the beauty of dying
The letting go and moving on, no more sighing
So I'll sit and watch the beauty unfold
And think about loved ones I lost not so long ago
And hope some day I'll follow in their steps
And witness the beauty in the dying and death