The trees prepare themselves
For the cold and bitter nights
Of winter that will come
Leaves go pale
Then yellow
Then fall apart
Trees bare and branched
Surrounded by leaves
Each of a different hue

Just one autumn morning
I strolled along a park
The cool winter breeze
Wandered ferociously
Gently stinging my cheeks
Leaves everywhere I look around
Some fresh green and new
Just fallen from the trees
Few yellow and rotting
Just another lovely autumn day