Autumn's Goodbye

When green turns to gold When young turns old In autumn are trees Like at the time of harvest When you see the fields Aging, with grace Like sunset in golden haze Looking enlightened And thus far more experienced While the young will eventually Reach their ripe The old will struggle to hold On to the branches of life Until a barren tree waits for spring For a new generation to come Until it's time again to say goodbye And so I sigh when autumn comes by.