There is a sight
That is so right
With the seasons
The beautiful trees
A cool ocean breeze
Which never needs rearranging.
Autumn has the prettest days,
There is no fog
There is no haze.
How funny it's a time for death.
The leaves that fall
To a place of rest,
It seems they know when it's time to go
They'll change from green to orange and gold,
Then they will float softly down,
To lay upon the warmth of the ground.
Seems they know it's going to snow,
And they would rather die then grow cold.
Sarah Lee McGehee