THE DEPARTURE There is a sight That is so right With the seasons Only changing. 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 11/11/1981