Nature's pride now left sun deprived, <br />Still on display while dead inside, <br />Battered by the change in the wind, <br />Time gets called at the summer's end. <br />Every gust leaves, leaves sky scattered, <br />Mosaics now litter the ground, <br />Footsteps paired with crunching sounds, <br />The scents of decay are abound, <br />Lifelines degraded to tethers, <br />Holding firm but yet soon blown loose, <br />Taken and gone with the next gust, <br />The gods are becoming restless, <br />Trees blush showing their nakedness, <br />Beauty amid coming harshness, <br />An unsung selfless sacrifice, <br />Frees the scarce light in northern skies.<br /><br />Christian Lacdael<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/falling-leaves-17/
