Autumn came by,
Wind blowing through the trees.
Season after season goes by,
Trees shedding their leaves.

Summer's warmth faces fast,
Winters chill begins.
But in the cycle,
New life spin.

For in the Autumn's hue,
A story told of life,
Death and rebirth,
Forever to hold.

Like dead fallen leaves,
Scattered all over the ground.
Fleeting memories,
Lost and found.

Echoes of life, on sacred ground,
For in the Autumn's fade story told,
Of  life preciousness,
And a moment to hold.