Stain glass leaves of amber, gold, and umber

Adorning the land before Winter’s barren slumber

Like the trees of Valinor they twinkle and glow

They're life depends on the will of the snow

The fallen become a quilted carpet stretching across the land

Intricately sewn by Mother Natures tender hand

Jewels of flame scatter upon the howling wind

To warn those of the imminent end

Autumn’s glory will rest in silent peace

But shall return again, as sure as the sun‘s rise in the distant east.