Fall

The bright greens turn to orange and red,

Even some of the branches look a little dead;

Once so full of life and luster,

Now falling to the ground in one big cluster.

See such a beautiful change,

As far as the eye can range,

With all this loss a new will form;

All the life will be reborn.

For when the sun burns bright,

It will all grow back with delight;

But without this change, life can not bloom,

As all of this beauty will turn into gloom.

We can’t have life without a little death,

So mother nature can bring it back with her powerful breath.